The Tower

The tower is on fire now burst into flames.
l don't know how.
The Tower was my life my place to go in trouble and strife .
In ruins it now lies .
Is this the turning of the tide ?.
It makes no sense to me .
Destruction for no ones gain .
The phoenix rises form the destruction without a scratch.
It was a good fire that .
Though all the grief and pain .
I will rise again .
So when something is gone think again
What have you truly lost that cannot be gained.
This l hope will keep us truly sane.
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Dear Poetess stephanie taylor,
I feel your thoughts are having more maturity than you are really express in through your verse. There is a spark in your heart and that is why you wrote poems, what Deep pain sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrows, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can reassure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring expectation and optimism
Deep pain sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrows, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can reassure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring expectation and optimism.
I love to flash back and read your verses again, Good, My applause, My love, My vote, My favorite
Love & regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI