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Falsetto Crowns

It was during a time Of a mountainous climb With nothing for certain in sight The battles she fought Conflicted her thought And soon she was given to write Like flowering vines She played with the lines Arranging the words on the page She started to see Her soul was set free A bird being let from a cage Her thoughts she would write With visions in sight Of laying her legacy down Would she learn to be good As they all said she could Her name to be someday renown Convinced she would fail Her confidence frail She found it too hard to believe Each time she would try A small piece would die Her whispering hopes left to grieve Now burdened with fear She deafens her ear Silently making a choice The poetess drowns In falsetto crowns Misgiven in finding her voice -Jeannie Minor

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Date: 8/14/2017 4:15:00 PM
This was a great effort and a 7 for sure!
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Date: 6/11/2017 2:43:00 PM
Nice penning Jeannie, really liked your rhyme and flow. hope all's well with you. Blessings Gordon
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