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silken petals sway,

yellow pollen dusts white grace—

night whispers goodbye.
such intimacy
each atom
lovingly cherished
simplicity within complexity
flexible within discovery
Life is about giving
back instead of taking.
I took a lot all my life,
apathetic and selfish.
When I see people today,
they don't look like marks.
I don't think about what I
can take from them.
They are God's handiwork.

Life is strange and short.
I couldn't have caused this
inner transition.
I always subscribed to
morality in theory.
Thank God,
the blind still receives sight.

Sometimes, acquaintances will say
that I've grown soft
as they turn to green jello, right
before my eyes.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZptFkj_ezoo
When I was a kid,
I used to be jealous of people with dimples

Now I have dimples
And they’re beautiful
They’re just not mine
Can it be considered a curse?
to have found my muse,
yet the fact i write here may tell you
all that it needs to.
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