Poetry-Brave is the Soul

Brave is the soul that aches

In the midst of the valley she takes

Where trees and flowers wave her by..

As the tears cease but her heart cries.

And the days pass slow

Onward she goes

Through the stale stench of time.

Brave is the soul that aches

In the midst of the heart that breaks

Where the beat of blood rushes by

As her mind considers why.

And the minutes pass slow

Onward she goes

Through the ravaged halls of time.

Brave is the soul that aches

Through a smile that is fake.

Where people smile back at her lie.

Tears hidden behind tired eyes.

And the days pass slow

Onward she goes

Through the broken shards of life.

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