Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?


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Choices…

Win or lose,
Sink or swim,
Face my fears I must.

Darkness of the abyss,
Or the blue skies,
Have to bear my crosses with trust.

My feelings unsure,
My thoughts unknown,
Yet predictably tomorrow will arrive.

Greeted with a frown,
Or a triumphant smile,
Will depend if my mirror sees me, survive or thrive.

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my anchor and sail…

To soar the skies, to swim the sea,

To be all, that one can dream to be,

To err and know there is hope tomorrow,

Let’s you forgive, and learn from every sorrow.

To ask for, and find new paths to tread,

To silence fears of which one has read,

To cry and laugh for another day,

To know love and hate can both hold their sway.

To live, and learn all this, and more,

To know behind tears, there are smiles galore,

To win each time even if you fail,

Is when you find within, your anchor, and your sail…