This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
for,
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
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An excerpt from a poem taken from the in-progress work, “The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters”
Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?
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September 2nd
“Fighting Love” a poem from book 1 on this special day in September. ❤
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