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The Scribe

A soul, poured onto a clean sheet Sharing, private thoughts, Telling, secrets. Now, black and white. Salty tears on the rough. Yet the clean sheet shows no imperfections. A life spread across the page. The life of a writer. Submit, submit, and submit. Should you give up? No, not yet. I know, I know it’s important. Sharing and baring. Yet, still, many rejections. I will hang my head tonight. Tomorrow, I shall do it all again. Johanne R. Deschamps

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Beata Agustin

Date: 4/22/2024 9:29:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 4/13/2016 7:33:00 PM

Sharing and baring…exactly Johanne! I love your poetic style!:)

Johanne Deschamps
Date: 4/13/2016 7:45:00 PM

Thank you Cheryl.