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Jul 2015
I'm sitting on a couch near my window,
It's raining,
tiny droplets of rain forms on my window,
a great book in my hand,
and a big mug of hot coffee on the stacked of books,
I glanced away from my book towards the darken sky
and pouring rain,
And I tell myself that "words are beautiful"
after letting out a sigh.
I then realize that Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughtsΒ Β and the thoughts have found its words.
Writting and Reading has always been my own therapeutic therapy.
During the good and the bad.
Tania Crocker
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Tania Crocker  Australia
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