Category: poem
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The Dandilion
Vibrant yellow hues, Rooted deep. Springs up joyfully Only to be pulled or poisoned. The innocence of children See their beauty They are collected in bouquets A mother’s gift in a glass vase. They blow their cotton Their second stage, Into the air. Unbound joy, on those that remain. Perseverance is a…
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Morning Plea
The tears ran down upon my face, As my mind raced in circles With questions that had no answers. It was then in the morning, I looked up to the heavens, And it was there my healing poured… Perspective, stepping upon a new path. Keeping my mind in direction, And I appealed to…
