The Warrior
stands
against the time
he looks
at the horizon,
with sadness
on his eyes
he too has been
laughed at,
punched on the face
left behind, ignored,
shamed, persecuted,
fallen down
on his knees...
his skin shows
the scars of war
the symbols
of his fights
he too
feels the pain
but he stands proud
and cut with the knife
merciless
whoever approaches
him
friend or foe
after all
he has forgotten
how to trust
how to care
how to love
he just know
how to survive
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower... -
I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...
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