Oh my child, the fight is won
But you are lost, and far from home
There is none to guide you on
Just the stars to be your compass
Though your heart may be torn
Sorrow wears, your faith is worn
With perseverance comes the morn
And the stars will be your compass
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I felt a Tolkien-esque
I felt a Tolkien-esque narrative with this poem, kind of like 'May it Be' or something like that. It was bittersweet and peaceful as well as very sad. I loved its flow for being just two stanzas. I felt I read an entire night in a battlefield. Your poetry is always a joy to read! It has me feeling something or seeing something that I can't fully describe in prose.
Introverts unite!
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Thank you!
I've been having a little trouble finding time and inspiration for writing, so I'm glad you're all still enjoying it.
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Thank you!
I've been having a little trouble finding time and inspiration for writing, so I'm glad you're all still enjoying it.
insert something inspiring
Oh I totally understand the
Oh I totally understand the writer's block. But whenever you publish something, it's always worthwhile. I love seeing your work posted.
Introverts unite!
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Flowed sweetly and was a
Flowed sweetly and was a pleasure to read. Thanks for posting!
Lovely as always, Gina. You
Lovely as always, Gina. You have a way with words. <3 glad to see a post from you.
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