I love you.
But I love myself more.
And if my quiet rises above my roar once again,
I shall find it
where it always has been.
Waiting among the willows
of my soul.
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I love you.
But I love myself more.
And if my quiet rises above my roar once again,
I shall find it
where it always has been.
Waiting among the willows
of my soul.
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2 replies on “Roar”
Great poem, sometimes my roar is like a miaow. But sometimes I purr too.
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Ha ha ha! Love that. 😉I think the whole point of life is: everything in moderation. So a bit of purring and meowing as well as roaring are absolutely necessary! ☺️🌈
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