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The hum of the season, a sign of spring hue A strum of the tree branch danced and sway A beat of the leaves and bough fuse Like a rhythm of wind, a soft breeze underlay. The birds in its warm nest chirped and tweet The bees buzzing towards each colorful blossom’s arc The caterpillars
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In my moment of silent cries In my clouded tears and futile lies In between the sobs and sighs In my surrender and weakened demise An unspoken prayer is heeded by my side. In my fraility, I have found defence In my notion of limitations, I have seen sense In my hopelessness, I have gathered
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A belated Mother’s Day for Mom
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Re-edited 8 Mar 2014. I felt that my little sister is one hell of a sparrow…that even on broken wings she soars high like no other. Thank you for showing me your strength. I love you.
Choices, Chances and Changes 