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What does the rain say
When a clouds feeling blue?
Seems teardrops from heaven
Are honest and true
A splash on the pavement
Off a trickling leaf
The cause of commotion
The purveyor of grief
But also a smoothness
A caressing attire
To adorn with wet clothing
And get warmed by the fire
Was fashion now faux pas
How the tide turns
Stand too close to the fire
And you’re going to get burned
Love —

for some is constant
like the climate
always stays the same
no matter how long they
are together

and

for the unlucky ones
love is like the weather
here today, gone tomorrow.
You may think that you are alone but you  not
There is always people standing right beside you
Never doubt yourself
Have faith and never give up
Giving up shows that you are weak
When actually you are strong
Show how strong you are
Prove it to everyone out there
Stand with your head held up high and with confidence
Confidence is the key to success
 Aug 30 Anais Vionet
IvyB Xx
Then all of a sudden,

The light shone a little differently up ahead.

A glint that was familiar,

A glint of sunlight woven into hair.

Whenever he was out it happened,

Like he radiated rays back to the sun.
Ivy Botticelli
so you write a lot,
pouring entire waking existences,
current n' prior,
into a long and crafted 'pistles,
and pixels

and you got jive pride
and then, the poem,
you worked so hard for,
ups and dies
gets a few middling fingers of reads,
dying on a vining of
Juliet's pseudo poisoning elixir,
no big deal, happens all the time

but here's what's wielding & weirdly wilding:

A poetpourri.
of newly found co-inhabitors,
from around the universe,
from places unpronounceable,
unlike Venus & Mars, (very poet-popular)
and from previously places were
never or seldom was heard a
discouraging word, igniting a
rewarded mutuality of a
following up embracing


par example;

Tirunelveli
Poland
Lisbon
Cyprus
Bihar
Uruguay
Ankara
Vienna
Albania
Tanzania
India
Bangladesh
New Zealand/Australia
Soldotna (Alaska)
plus Texas, West Va., Ohio, and other exotica, like
Nowhere

what a blessing!

Blessed art Thou o Lord,
that permits the miracle that my integers
of 0 & 1
can be translated into such
varied exotica, in harmony,
thus permitting this discovery of
never visited oceans and landfalls
of poetry never heretofore to join as
one.

Aman.

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nml
It began in silence,
The kind that bruises,
The kind that teaches you
How pain can wear a smile.

It wasn't pretty like the movies
It was ugly
Like what they did to me
A cruelty
I would never place
On anyone's skin.

Bt even broken
I gather myself
Rising from what tried to end me
Proofing that pain
Cannot silence light
Still burning in me.
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