I Smell Spring
Change Is A Necessity...
I Talked As My Higher-Self To The Universe And I Watched As My Mentality Changed Because Of My Commandments...
Departed From Broken Dreams And Saturated with Love On The Journey, Together Here And Now...
We Couldn't Let It Go,
So I Guess, Now We Wait...
They Released The Shackles, And God Leads The Way...
Miracles Are The Stories, That Connect To Your Soul...
I Accept Change And Welcome Room For Growth...
I'd Rather Be Whole And Build With My Equal...
No One Completes The Other Half Of Your Being...
Plant Your Seeds In Life And Water Yourself Frequently...
You Are Who You Need, You Are What You Believe β¨οΈ π
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HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
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Babbling Dixie
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle6 days ago in Fiction
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Inspirational and beautiful β€οΈ
Definitely, inspirational π₯°
Something about the rhythm of your poem called me to read it a second time, out loud. As if it needed to be heard and not simply read. Beautiful poem. Like a song.