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Sweet Nothings Poem
Violent winds stormed and the boat seemed skulking toward wreckage.
Still a small voice simply whispered,
Out tuned from the wailing, the waiting, the howling,
“Everything is okay. Child, everything’s gonna be alright.”
It’s all okay.
The wrestle, the condition, even the storm’s suspense and the fear.
Quiet, be still.
All it takes three words.
And the rain holes of the sky will just shut,
the windstorms will fade, and the darkness begone.
Quiet, be still.
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Sweet Nothings Poem
Dear you,
yes, you!
Admittedly
you've shaken my serenity
even challenged my equanimity.
Dear you,
yes, you!
Gradually
dragged me into your life's acerbity
fooled by that fabricated story.
Dear you,
yes, you!
Inevitably
to the quick im sliced
overt rudeness I've aganized.
Dear you,
yes, you!
Ironically
felt my heart's truly grateful,
in no darn way be in that sphere so boorish full.
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Sweet Nothings Poem
PAST. A nice place to take tarriance but definitely not a good one to live in.
PRESENT. Time to lie for the moment, to take time to giggle and to enjoy today for what it is.
FUTURE. Something we’ve wished for a magical fast forward button because we can’t wait to get there.
Let the first one, teach us.
Let the latter impel us.
And just live for the moment.
Take in the beauty of the limitless sky.
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