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Today I give myself permission
to be my poet. To act out, touch my gold and sulfuric rhythms. I hear your whispers, feel your slow dance around me. I curse you muse then embrace you. We perform our rain dance till the rain breaks. Then naked, saturated our defiant war dance footprints breaks us. I ask why birth poets, prophets and seers only to bury them again and again? "For humanity" you smile over your shoulder, and walk into tomorrow. |
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Very nice.
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Very nice
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Wed 01/08/20 02:17 AM
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Very nice. Thank you Seamus. Is your phone working any better now? |
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Very nice Ha, ha . You both commented the same remarks. Thanks gorgeous x |
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Nice poem .
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really this one....
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Thank you ladies
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