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Spirit Escape

Finding my way through,
We all have strenuous times too,
Sleep walking my way to the top,
Fighting what I cannot stop,
Breaking nothing that is here,
Nothing to escape my fear,
‘’Settle Petal’’ don’t cry,
We shout out the vivid news,
Your spirit has escaped your shoes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mehta Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 6:45 AM
Creative and impressive write, Katrina
Brown Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 5:40 AM
Enjoyed reading this excellent piece of poetry this morning Katrina. Thank you for sharing it. Love, Carol
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