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It is never too late to be who you want to be, or do what you want to do. It is never too late to try something new, or let go of something old. It is never too late to find the things you’ve been see
It is a wonder we ever met, all the things that seemed to have been going wrong now finally make sense. I was never supposed to be with another. Sorry I took a bit longer, I can be stubborn you see a


The wind was warm on my cheek. The morning chorus echoed in the valley below in a song that lasted for miles. I was watching the world turn. I saw the earth wake from its slumber to the light of a sta


trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky we fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness - kahlil gibran


Poetry(ancient Greek: %u03C0%u03BF%u03B9%u03B5%u03C9 (poieo) = I create) is an art form in which human language is used for its aesthetic qualities in addition to, or instead of, its notional and sema

Conversations (poem)

Conversations That afternoon west of Topeka We stitched the turnpike On highway 40, stirring up trust As black as the thunderstorms. That night in bed The highway was two miles away; At least