For Edward Ibeh's 'Pick-A-Title, Vol 46 - ' Poetry Contest
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In The Realm of Silver Linings, you never will find rust, and never will you ever see things turn to dust. Bees may sting, but in this realm, a bee’s sting does not hurt. The sweetest honey flows instead. Baklava will be dessert. In the Realm of Silver Linings, should you break a bone, by nightfall you are healed. No one has been heard to groan. Illness rarely finds you there. Even if it should - recovery comes as easily as simply knocking wood. In the Realm of Silver Linings lemons don’t need to be sour, and needful rainfall only comes lightly like a shower. You may think such a place as this cannot exist, but those with faithful hearts by good luck there are kissed. In the Realm of Silver Linings live those who learned to cope with trials previously given but who all the while kept their hope!
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