Get Well Soon Poem by Jude Thadeus

Get Well Soon



In the mysterious world of vanity
The fountain stains and pain.
Tears falls from the moon...
cloud sometimes cry, but never lose it sight.
You will walk again in shoes of satin
And healthy shall you grow to lick the shivering stars in the sky.
Get well!

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