Proud
The hardest of cold hearts can burn,
The stillest of dark souls can shake
The slightest sway of waves that turn,
Can cause the toughest rocks to break
The shiniest of pearls can dull,
The prettiest of roses wilt
Even death can feel the pull,
Of natures touch and softest tilt
The deepest buried rocks can shake,
When crushed beneath the ocean blue
The proudest of the proud will break,
Some day your pride will shatter, too
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011
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