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 Sep 2021 ---
Amanda Shelton
Upon my waking hours,
I become a wildflower.

Slowly as my eyes open,
the mist clears, the fog
roll’s me over the hills
in my mind.

As the sun reveals her
glowing smile, dreams
fade into the darkness
as reality lights the world
bringing life to the shadows.

I am slowly aware of my freedom,
it’s like an itch burning to be
itched.

I am fully bloomed.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
 Sep 2021 ---
Elizabeth Squires
glimmering sunlight
danced o' er the lake's surface
in a glister's jig
 Sep 2021 ---
alupa
dandelion
 Sep 2021 ---
alupa
I feel like a dandelion
My rib cage is fragile
And it takes nothing more
than a gust of wind
for my heart to fall apart
 Sep 2021 ---
Traveler
Protagonist
 Sep 2021 ---
Traveler
They love me
Because I’m me!
But what if…
I was no longer me?
Do you think
anybody would notice
the protagonist in there
dream…
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Sep 2021 ---
Universe Poems
A quick fix
A long story mix
History
Resistance
Philosophy
Knowledge
Prophecy
Words,
seen in a different way
The mind of a Poet,
or Poetess
An artist,
that views,
words and, letters,
with vision
Macbeth
Who took a Prophecy,
from a trio of three
Consumed
Ambition,
actions driven by a vision
Seeking power for its own sake,
the vision of the Universe,
would never forsake,
or leave you with guilt,
paranoia and, heartache

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
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