micro poetry
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Roots growing from my feet piercing through the dirt connected at the core with myself and Mother Earth.
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Heal your hurt, let it go with Love.
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sometimes words wound sometimes silence stings
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The goal and distraction will equally fight for your attention.
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Ate dinner with a side of poetry conversed with the ideas on the page full from the words and food on my plate
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Slowly starting Saturday with soulful sounds sipping Café Bustelo and a side of singing
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His love is smooth like the sun dipping into the ocean during a sunset
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your life is your canvas, slowly create your masterpiece
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Converse with your heart to unlock Destiny’s map
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The devil is wise in how he constructs his lies, listen with your eyes.
Yesenia Guerra 