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Each day unfolds
betraying my curiosity.
there isn't anything
in store for me,
I seek miracles
that benefit my cause
These momentary outbursts of inspiration
and motivation
are pillars to lean on,
and they just disappear
turning my beautiful palace
into a sorrow of nothingness.
Yet I dearly respect life
and every aspect of it;
each day I strive to be
worthy of this responsibility handed
over to me.
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Tasha writes, “I am not a great poet,
but what the heck, I still write poetry.” |
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