writer
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Yellow leaves descend to the Earth final resting place awaiting their rebirth Surrendering to the wind’s carress Falling like little black dress blanket of hopes possibilities reflect on abilities be in the flow moving purposely slow Don’t think just go to decode what the wooden block encodes
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Hello! I’d like to formally announce that I am currently working on my first book. Many of the pieces will be from my blog but I am also working on pieces that will not be published here. Thank you so much to all of you that reading and comment my pieces. You have been an…
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Poetry brings clarity in a world filled with insanity Long time ago a friendship was born with a pen whispered words from worlds not seen or heard, truth Masked in metaphors but it shines bright blue Pen weaved words bringing comfort to the soul Because it will get beaten…
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It starts with a word A whisper from the soul Threads phrases into lines That sometimes rhyme Dreams and reality converge On the page, poet’s canvas For word play. Designing Immortality’s stage Fulfill stardust destiny Of spreading art from Sea to sea. Can’t stop Words keep coming to me Giving new eyes…
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My cry into the world, my vision to leave it better than before. People paint with the color of their dreams. things are what they seem Everyone living in harmony Love descending from the trees Streets lined, with mobile libraries. Knowledge sought everything free And poetry poetry poetry sheet music to every scene.
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Sometimes there’s a block Words hit a brick wall All fall flat Keep pushing the pen
Yesenia Guerra 