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Where do writers go
When doors are no longer receiving Where do a heart aches When tears are not falling I keep falling Yet I refuse to remain on floor So I stand beyond the falls Just being a woman who wipes her tears That keeps standing with a brave smile So if you think you snatched away my words Within a voice of a soul I keep reciting The world would not call me a poet Still the poetry in me carries on |
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Where do writers go When doors are no longer receiving Where do a heart aches When tears are not falling I keep falling Yet I refuse to remain on floor So I stand beyond the falls Just being a woman who wipes her tears That keeps standing with a brave smile So if you think you snatched away my words Within a voice of a soul I keep reciting The world would not call me a poet Still the poetry in me carries on ![]() |
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Very heartfelt
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Thank you
Mirror ![]() Mom ![]() Harold ![]() Txs ![]() ![]() |
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"I'm every woman" briefly slid through my brain ...
and yes you are! ![]() |
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very nice
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