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Just a small piece enjoy
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And whether a child is born
in the urban sprawl of Detroit

Or the windswept plains of Nebraska
They look up at the same night sky

They fill their heart with the same dreams
And they are infused with the breath of life
By the same almighty creator!

--A poem by President Donald Trump
  

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Extremely beautiful, President Trump
thank you for this

just wait one minute
the theory of art
can it be like VanGogh's
stars be monumental
for the sake of drama ,
is the winsome guitar in my favorite song
just  a prop in this play
of a rock opera?
Can it be art is just a
short way of saying artificial?
Does my heart sing her song
play a song of ethereal  longing just for a
effect?
And does art
in her theory stand for artificial , is my sight
so shortsighted?
If I could gather every star in the night sky,
it would not fill me with as much pleasure
or satisfaction as spending a few precious moments together
with him.

If I could catch a ride on an eagle
and fly through the heavenly clouds,
I would not feel higher than I do
then when I am all alone
with him.

If I could gather
every beautiful flower, everyday,
from every glorious field in nature,
  it would not please my heart
as much as a single rose
that he, alone, picks just for me.

If I could live here, on earth, infinitely,
and be forever young,
it would mean nothing to me,
unless he was there, standing beside me -
So, I pray that he will never want to walk
a single foot alone,
without me.

If he could get lost inside my soul,
inside my mind,
and deep down inside my heart,
deeper than he has ever been before,
he would realise
that he is the reason why
my heart wears smiles,

For him,
I would walk through blazing, raging fires,
for he, has always been, my only desire,
For him,
I would go above and beyond
a million miles.

By Lady R.F ©2017
I love my husband
more than any words
can express.
isn't it just hilarious how I don't even know how mentally old I am like not in a haha i'm a kindergartner type way but more of a i still haven't found myself type way like the fact that i need a kind of alone version of hide and seek to find myself but i'm still not done counting off yet and i don't know when i will be because things keep changing and flurrying around my head like lost and gone and happy without me and happy before me and four years and seventeen hundred miles and razors and flowers and drip drip drip i don't know where i'm going i don't know where i'm steering and i told myself i wouldn't panic i won't panic I WONT PANIC I WONT PANIC but i do anyways and the culmination of all of this is just the beginning the beginning of the end and i can't even see past my own breath and even that escapes me and i just wish you were here you with your hugs and you with your whispers and you with your comfort but you three aren't and i'm stuck in the middle of a mud puddle a mile long and i don't think it's ever going to go away so maybe i should just resign myself to sinking
Believer or not, there's always someone or something that stops you.

Others pushing you so you almost push yourself off, but they have no clue.

And you know you can't go to heaven if you cause others grief.

And suicide is only seen as a way out for the weak.

I don't judge those who left this world, they took their fate into their hands.

There are other ways to do it though, they could have made future plans.

But those were determined last steps, hard choices to leave life behind.

Still, instead I hope people continue to express themselves with tears and rhymes.
Today is not the day, my friend
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