My Emotions

my emotions whirl, twirl, and tumble me
I am at their mercy hourly
never knowing what they will bring to me
their dubious gifts popping up in unexpected ways
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Hankins Avatar
August 11, 2021 at 6:35 PM
hmmm...I never thought of emotions bringing gifts, but that's surely possible!
Krutsinger Avatar
August 12, 2021 at 9:45 AM
Sometimes the gift of grief; I was being facitious when I wrote it
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