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i found penance
in a pen and
transcendence
in a sentence,
i've forgiven
myself for
my past
transgressions.
i live in
the present
and accept
all there is,
ever was,
ever will be,
and all i forgive.

© Matthew Harlovic
 Aug 2016 Timothy H
hellopoet
such a beautiful uplifting
as you partake of and join in
this adventurous pursuit
of expression and articulation
of words and lines that adorn;
that shape and form this myriad
of otherwise hidden thought & feeling
 Aug 2016 Timothy H
chimaera
splintered night,
the thorn tree
of stars,
all falling.

hours
of broken glass.
20.08.2016
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