Spunky Virtue

This is a blog on my thoughts and dreams

Fair Ladee February 6, 2007

Filed under: Poem — virtuesis @ 3:49 pm

Curiousity from siblings of my thought
Stubborness same time I sought
The uniqueness of one flower in a bloomed field.
My shelter and parental love were my shield.
Difficult as it is not to flow
In the same river as wind blows
Against the current I fought
For, it is the best thought.
To try the state of virtue.
In a period of new true.


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