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Aleesha Rothering Poem
Life is like a hurricane.
Life, is like a heavy rain.
A lake of pain like lake Baikal.
Tears, flow like a waterfall.
People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.
But what of the good things?
Like the sound of when a church bell rings?
Or the miraculous, beautiful way
one helps another through troublesome day?
Tragedies of life aren't fun,
but in the end we learn a ton.
Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.
You see, the thing about walking through earth each day,
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.
Copyright © Aleesha Rothering | Year Posted 2013
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Aleesha Rothering Poem
Enraptured.
Captured!
This feeble heart can take no more,
yet it thirsts for love that shakes the core!
Your power throws me to the floor.
I remember how I felt when you walked through my door-
your love so deep, I might die if I take anymore.
But that'd be okay, because i'd be with the one whom I adore.
Copyright © Aleesha Rothering | Year Posted 2013
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