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The november leaves fall down
right next to the hope that reminds me
of who I used to be
and who I will never become
again.
written 24 November 2017.

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.
 Jun 2018 james nordlund
Indranys
When you look into your heart
Can you feel the peacefulness ?
When you look into your heart
Can you feel the kindness ?
That's why the beautiful world was created.
To tell you how  your life
really meaningful.
Kindness makes you the most beautiful person in the world.
We are poems: each of us narrating different instances of life.
Dancing, singing and humming the tune of our words.
Waiting, to be read by the one's who understand.

We are poems of the divine sort.
Our Poet is the one whence all words came from:
Written in the word of God, we are eternally printed on the paper life.

And we're all worth the paper we are printed on.
For life is unique, like the meanings different poems hold.

You are a living poem.
And knows not the poem, it's own importance.
The one who reads you may or may not understand you well.

But poems are like that:

The ones who do understand, admire your importance.
And in such people, you find a reflection of you.
For they are similar living poems.

-The Silent Poet

#original
Forged out of stardust and shines,
Your eyes peep into the depths of my soul-
Threatening to steal my beating heart-
They are conquerors from the kingdom of love.
To a person with a lot of questions and curious eyes.
45
Here we go again
45 soon
in a blink

Years gone
Celebrate another
getting older

Now I'm not asking much
Wanna have something
a little amazing

Tired of cruising
so accelerating
this dam pedal

Wanna have a little fun
Try something new

It's all down hill
from here it's true

So gonna make this year
Something to remember

45 oh 45
let's live a little
Be crazy , laugh and smile
Make it memorable
so here we go
turning 45

© Jennifer Delong 5/9/18
Happy Birthday To me
May 10 ..45
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