Lemons: Sonnet

When life gives you a basket of lemons

Throw a party with shots of lemonade

Make the givers howl in grief, those demons

And rejoice your triumph in the parade

At times your head is screwed between your knees

Emotions as fragile as porcelain

Cede not to those self-employed attorneys

They’re no one to allow you feel the pain

Indeed God has His own teaching methods

Composing nothing but your own epoch

Unleash the beast and fight versus the turds

While your time is dancing to the tick tock

Curve the line on your face as the day ends

Fear not darling, you’re always in His Hands

I am Puteri and I come from the North. I have a thing on word, it's indescribable. Probably that's how love works,no?
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