MY HEART PONDERS.

MY HEART PONDERS.

A garden of thorns

There it is

A rose beams brightly

Even still in it

When torn and hurt

There by it

Or shielded and welcomed

Luckily in it

Will you find comfort 

Even with me?

Or pain you’d choose

Even over me? 

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