Blurred Vision

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Blurred Vision

Sometimes I wish HE would just understand,
Sometimes I wish HE could just read my mind...

But reality is, things just don't come that easy.
No matter how frustrated and irritated we get,
Some of us have to experience going through
The pain to appreciate the pleasure.
Some of us have to lose what's important
To us to realize what we really can't do without...

Life can be complex if we keep looking at the glass half empty,
When in fact life can be so simple if we allow ourselves to see the glass half full...

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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