I love the art of poetry. It speaks, when nothing else can. I wanted a platform to share the artwork of others. Let’s keep it alive. Delve into the beauty with me.
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the bones of a poem ride on the storm that bellows through wood-fired red skies and they rattle all night but with dawn's light i release them as butterflies
sometimes people are toxic but since they don't have fangs their poison must be ingested and thus their power does wane for we have the freedom of choice when blighted words waft our way to listen and swallow their venom or simply to walk away
And I found a new piece of myself today. Tiny pieces I discover each day in every experience. Grief, anger, and hurt. Strength, understanding, and love. Still, I will care as long as I can. Pouring life and love in everything, to everyone. I will be water. Flowing Pure Soft Calm