It's been a while since I posted a poetry on this blog. There was one day, I'd been thinking, I might have lost interest in pursuing my goal though it's still early in the year to give up something I've set my mind on to. I think I'm a lost cause. Then, by accident I found this poem. Actually, what Elizabeth described when she wrote this poem caught my attention.
I sat for a moment. Life has been great, why bother complicating small things in the first place? I rolled up in my comfy blanket and slept. Because people say, when you've got unnecessary things on your mind, sleep for a while and pretend it's all a dream. Works for me, at least.
I sat for a moment. Life has been great, why bother complicating small things in the first place? I rolled up in my comfy blanket and slept. Because people say, when you've got unnecessary things on your mind, sleep for a while and pretend it's all a dream. Works for me, at least.
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I love roses. The problem is, they have thorns. One day I was
thinking of how a rose's thorns can hurt, but a rose is still a beautiful
flower, and I also thought of how life can hurt but also is still great.
People don't hesitate to pick a rose despite the fact that the thorns can prick them, just as they should not be afraid to take risks because they might be hurt - Elizabeth
A lovely
rose with petals soft
A scent
so sweet and light
So
beautiful a flower
With
colors shining bright.
But
something not so savory
About the
fragrant rose -
The
thorns, so sharp upon the stem,
That
sharpen as it grows.
Yet still
lovely is the flower
Despite
the thorns that prick
Just as
life and love are sweet
They too
have thorns that stick.
But do
not fear to live or love,
Life's
not exempt from pain -
So pick a
rose, you may get hurt,
But you
will also gain!
By Elizabeth
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