Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Favourite poem :)
A Wonderful day!
Tears floating along her hot cheeks...rolling slowly..leaving behind just the thought of something...something that is missed...something that needed to be taken cared of...she kept hopping..she kept dreaming ..along with her silver tears....waiting for something...maybe for the rain to take away her sorrows ..but the clouds wouldn't let their weakness to arise...but suddenly she stopped..with a glance she hesitated to look at it...but was that her lost treasure, her missing piece of puzzle?"The light from his heart"she murmured..
"Yet-She had loved him sometimes.Often she had not"
