Tag: Writing

Protected: Inside The Poem: Know The Difference

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I’ve learned to embrace wishes, and prayers, and miracles no matter the size.

The Spring conducts its intimate ritual, almost unnoticed by man.

Regrets drown themselves in moments.

I am the rose that grew from concrete wilting after being stepped on by lovers who promsied to be gentle.

When in Sundance

We aren’t hiding anymore when we’re twenty seven.

And if Joy comes how will we welcome him?

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