Category: Spirited
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Poem: “The Poet”
That’s when I knew the feeling was mutual; When you hummed my favourite symphony, the feeling was unusual. With my arms on your shoulders you tied my lace, You stood up and slipped me your warm embrace. My preferred poetry is the one that you write. That time you brought your beloved snack and snuck…
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Poem: “Sinking”
I’m falling in deep, not sinking. The slide, the grind, all in mind, I was thinking. The steam that releases from the pressure I face, Creates the atmosphere for my walls to be graced. You embrace the pace as you sink in. The moment you pry, she begins blinking. A familiar taste as I caress…
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Poem: “Who will you be?”
The eldest one of three. Poor guidance, no good lead. Who will you be? You came into this world on your own. I wish I could guide you, But I need guidance of my own. A little sister, who would have thought? Joy and peace, I hope you have brought.
