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Good, but...
Never good enough.
Out of place,
out of sync-
without rhyme;
and the truth
I've heard
many times:
I
should
not
exist.
But then, I've always known I don't belong, nor should I have an expectation to. Forever outside- to dwell in  nothingness.
Wearing beauty of piercing blue.
Mingled with green.
From the corner of the eye appeared new life.
Into the arms of the new mother.
The protective all consumed arms of the new father.
Born early, a diminutive child.
All things bright and beautiful, a beautiful hymn.
A poem for you, for a beautiful him.
(c) Livvi
My son presented me with my fifth grandson last Sunday.
He is wonderful...just like the others,he is so cute.
He was only about 10 days early, but he was fine ...6lbs 5 ozs x
“One day this pain will go,
Let’s move on and not let it grow,

You are special, you are brave,
Not anyone’s slave,

Don’t seek for revenge,
Of course, your life will change,
Don’t act too strange,

because…

One day this pain will go,
Just Move On, and not let it grow.”

~rpan™
The clouds are pregnant
With rain water

Earth waited with
Anticipation

Alas! It's abortion
Blood all over the sky

Sun's blazing
Hot
It's been two years since we have proper rains
her summery eyes

set me adrift

on hopeful waters

where i sail

under clearer skies

content in my place and time

and untroubled by a destination
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