You Are the Reason
Who would I be today? In this world with radical change, Without your presence in my heart, Without your touch to my soul. You are the reason every dawn, I still have hope for a better day, Even when the world within me, Is crumbling and falling apart. You are the reason,every moment, I feel myself, full of strength and vigor, Even when every bone within me is weak, To overcome even the slightest push of the wind. You are the reason, every day, I'm still worthy of respect and honor, Even when I have neither position, Nor a treasure I could pride myself in. You are the reason I have found peace, In a world dripping with chaos and conflict, Where everyone is blinded by bitterness, Failing to see the tranquil moments. You are the reason am regarded as learned, Though I have no enough papers to show, For the knowledge you have given me, Is abounding and enriching. My Love, what can I say? If not to say thank you for your love, And your presence in my life. You are the reason I am me. © Boygene Borice
2018-09-20 20:14:30
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Boygene Borice
poetry isn't all about rhyme but the message.... but rhyme is still good to use
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2018-09-21 12:45:49
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deadone
@Boygene Borice rightly said... btw the poetry of post morden era can even be in sentences .. it should have means .. thats what matters
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2018-09-21 12:48:59
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Boygene Borice
@deadone very true
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2018-09-21 13:19:25
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