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Growing pains

All hope is lost, for fairytales Happy endings are only fiction High pitched whistles drown the bells Only fools waste pennies, wishing Dreams were big when we were small Til we dose do’ed and swapped Now we’re wise and know it all The magic, abruptly, stopped We began an early green Then a striking red It seems so very mean How, gold will leave us dead

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 2/26/2018 9:20:00 AM
This made me cry. I'm feel too deeply. Your poem affected me within. That is what poetry is meant to do. You art is precious because of your sincerity and truth of something so personal-Pain. But I can tell you something -you can find that which you seek. " Dasien". That clearing in the fade of the forest where light breaks the falling leaves into living blue.
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Date: 2/10/2018 12:34:00 PM
The gold is awaiting you at the end of the rainbow. I love this
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Date: 2/9/2018 10:29:00 PM
Profound penning Anna! Well done! xomo :)
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