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Poetry |
POETRY
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There seemed no illusion too great no sky too high, no road too long for her to carve out her fate For life is her journey in an unknown way tomorrow a question, the past is yesterday a room to escape to, an evening alone contemplation in the twilight zone She keeps all her mysteries locked tightly away for fear they will reveal too much of her today Her sense of becoming, her blossoming time is all but near to her yet slightly out of line When the jigsaw is complete and the journey is over a rose will develop and springtime will discover more pearls and petals than you could imagine for her growth and her love will flow over Brilliant colours and a dazzling array she will show you her treasures in an amazing way you’ll know you have witnessed her night turn to day.
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