The warmth of the sun.
Yet the wind will continue to touch
And the sun will always rise
To those whom we always loved and left behind.
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With strong characterLike the rock on the seaThat could never beToppled by the mountain of wavesInstead it slicesThe hostile waterWith its sharp daggers.Copyright 2020, Rose Marie Juan-Austin,All Rights Reserved
Your bitter words
To the claws of revengeAnd a destructive cycleOf bitterness.Copyright 2019, Rose Marie Juan – Austin, All Rights Reserved