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wither and bloom
a bright dream withers, but that heartache plants a seed, that will bloom brighter. Continue reading
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complete
the deed is done, the task complete, though I was the lone one to compete, a poem each day the whole month through, (though perhaps a few could use review…) I have enjoyed flexing my pen, especially since I remember when, the thought of sharing poems made me ill, and I often thought I had Continue reading
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leaves
in the afternoon, the leaves rustle in the breeze, making things peaceful. Continue reading
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anger
speaking in anger, is almost always unwise, and far too hurtful. Continue reading
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tiger
the optometrist once told me, “your eye color is striking, like you have the eyes of a tiger. you really do.” if I have the eyes of a tiger, I want to grow the strength and courage, that can roar like one, too. Continue reading
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Cup of Sun
I will consider each new day, a fresh chance to begin. Like a little piece of sun, brightly blazing deep within. I shall turn to face the light, and revel in the glow. The world may cut me down, but ever, I will grow. Continue reading
Frostwritten 