Now
I see you
Each step a whisper
Each glance questioning why not?
Soft eyes lost in not knowing
Not seeing the love
I am here
Now
Now
I see you
Each step a whisper
Each glance questioning why not?
Soft eyes lost in not knowing
Not seeing the love
I am here
Now
Did you just wake up one morning and become a poet? Or have you been secretly writing for years?
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Nope. I didn’t write anything until I started the blog. I get these thoughts and I feel compelled to write. Pretty strange….
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Yes you are. No, no, I mean that the blog seems to have opened up a hidden stash of words waiting to tumble out.
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The diamond-orientation the words are presented in, is visually appealing. Good job!
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