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I gave my light,
soft and true,
but hands that took
just let it bruise.

A hand once open,
now worn and sore,
kindness bent
became the floor.
A very strange thing happened. There is a lady in HP, I liked all 16 of her poems because I loved the way they were written.
Alas, she blocked me, thinking I was spam..... lol.
I don’t know whether to laugh or be sad.....😅
 Feb 16 Shaun Yee
Chuck Kean
Between The Sun & The Rain

       They say that time heals all wounds
In the meantime I’ll present my charade
Until something happens to remind me
And I realize time only made them fade

I don’t know why we tell
Ourselves this just to get by
Is it so wrong that we must hide
Our Scars and never cry

In a world surrounded by people
I still feel very much alone
On the outside you can never know
I’m comfortably numb clean to the bone

When you said goodbye I pretended
Some day you’d still return
All the things you attempted to teach
Me I still refused to learn

Now I understand that time will
Never take away my pain
And forever I’ll be stuck somewhere
Between The Sun & The Rain

Written By:Charles Kean
02/16/2025
i love to watch the flowers in the morning dew
a lovely piece of nature thats so nice to view
snow drops and the bluebells and so many more
showing of there blooms with colors by the score

birds up in the trees singing in the morn
there springtime melody bringing in the dawn
sun begins to shine to brighten up the day
all these things you see when spring is on the way
The trees breathe
in a language
older than time.
I’ve got this massive curry leaves tree in my garden. It’s my unofficial therapist..... hehe
Yep, I share my problems with it—big, small, and downright embarrassing...
But I make sure no one’s watching. I don’t want the neighbors thinking I’ve gone nuts!!
heheheh~~
A new leaf,
shining in sunlight,
a single drop on top,
as heavy as a thought.

I can’t speak,
but if you can,
read my eyes please.
but sadly, not many can understand the language of eyes....
My love for you
is like a pearl inside it’s shell.
Shiny, safe and pure.



Shell✨🐚
Some loves stay unspoken.
It was a Sunday morning
When the day was just dawning

The air was so cold and felt like a shroud of ice
But the sky was bright and that was nice
There was no one around
Not even a sound
No birds to be seen
All asleep in the evergreen
keeping Warm
in their dorm

It was a Sunday Morning
When the day was just dawning
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