I Don't really care the numbers of times I fall, what count for me is how many times I get back up, put my heart & head back 2gether, wipe away my tears and keep moving on with my life..because I know, now my body is so cold & trembling, that will soon pass away and the healing comes after the pain..for in the end, after the storm, I know I am going to dance in the rain...ADEOLA
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Out of the storm, I gathered my tools
And left behind the stinking filthy material residues
Ready to divorce the cold murky colony
Erratically curled round my dusty destiny
To finally melt away to that serene lonely confine
Where I always commune with moonlight
From the dance of the forest trees
I cease to feel nature's soothing breeze
I tried to walk through the moonlight
Yet it's so hard to find my sight
My hands untied, ready to fire!
Alas! Wither my scribbling desire
Finding the muse where would I turn?
It's a long long road towards the moon...
©golobathepoet 2011
Disappointments truly are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air, and now I realize the shortest and surest way to live with honor in this world is to completely accept your fate which God has designed for you in good faith and then keep your head up and move ahead...ADEOLA
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