Screams of newborns mimic cries of mourners.
Sobs follow life just as they follow death.
Creators differ, but fate both accepts.
Reception of reality anchors
The unstable ‘til waves of a fire
Burn assurances. Ashes are then swept
Into the eyes of the renewed well-kept.
Courageous waterworks cling to corners.
Many grim events are products of life
but blessings occur as well.
tends to productively create a rife
of weeps, each tear shed teaches and creates
tough skin, strong-willed hearts, and disciplined strife’s.
Beautiful tears; they don’t discriminate.
-I have no idea where the concept for this poem came from but actually writing it was hard because i have a hard time following rules... Personally, i don't like sonnets.
-I have no idea where the concept for this poem came from but actually writing it was hard because i have a hard time following rules... Personally, i don't like sonnets.
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