Pain trains an undisciplined mind.
I will end yours if you end mine.
Little feet, little feet
are playing Hopscotch among the landmines.
Hope has worked miracles before.
If yours didn't, how can mine?
I could have learned to welcome night,
If only you had been mine.
How dare you put words in God's mouth,
Shail? Why not. He put ashes in mine.
~Shail D. Patel
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