English poetry, Mindful

Incomplete


Because their life was in turmoil from the start,

Feelings had no control or hold,

Ups and downs happened so much,

Whether close or far,

It was a challenge,

Many were affected,

But never much defected,

How many were deprived,

No one knows,

But one was alot for sure,

Yet it was not known,

So he drowned and rose,

Eventually becoming a rose!

 

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