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She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
 Sep 2018 Debanjana Saha
Ami
Poetry and writing are more than just putting words to paper.

They flow from my heart.

My soul.

From deep within.

For me it's not just a passion, but my entire existence.

The greats that came before me, oh how they have been etched into every fiber of my being.

Their words, their works, & the movement they started for us all, it's the very reason I strive to express myself.

Words have become my master and I a willing slave to them.

They mold me.

They break me.

Yet they make me whole all at the same time.

I will never be able to convey how much words mean to me.

I hope to be able to move others with my work, just as my work has moved me.
I'm feeling rather passionate tonight about writing. It has always meant so much to me and I will never be able to express just how much. It will always be a part of me and I hope that I will always be able to convey the passion I have in every stroke of a pen or every tap from my computer keyboard.

Words are meant to be beautiful and are meant to move. Never to hurt, destroy, nor tear anyone down.

Maybe I'm a dreamer, but is being a dreamer really all that bad?
I am the dandelion.
Transformed.

I was a useless ****.
Unwanted.

Now I am a fluffy force.
Reformed.

*******!

I sail on the wind.

I begin again.
Wasn’t sure if I should share this because of the “*******” part.
I’m a girl, btw :D


~
Write poetry?
I only ever share what's imprinted in my mind, the scars of my skin, the warmth of my soul
~


Thats all...
Lyn ***
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