Trials
There comes a time when we will be tried,
When our coats are sopping wet,
And our brains are fried,
Our shoelaces swishing through a puddle as we fret,
Needles pricking already damp cheeks,
Our lips slipping across cracked lips,
Time running faster, days suddenly weeks,
As frost always seems to be giving harsh nips,
Through all that agony,
We must persevere,
It is not long until we be free,
No longer how severe.
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Elandria
An aspiring author and a semi-active poet, I often take the characters from my book(s) and take them to my poetry, though, more often than not, I will focus on other subjects and let my creativity flow where it wishes to go. Elandria, my username, is actually one of the characters from my book, though she is honestly everything I would want to be, if I could choose!
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