In all my life
I’ve always been
A Friday child
A wild disdain
For greener hues
A tendency
To feign few cares
For life or news
Or anything
Or anyone
Or anywhere
It’s all to use

In all my days
I got it wrong
We are simply
What we choose

Morn

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When wild winds blow
whispering songs
for all to know
should you take a chance
with feet and dance
your cheeks are sure
to get a rosy glow
~SMN





📷 Astrid Sheckels

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The beast of winter is raging
winds whipping my skin
feels oh so aging,
digging deep within
wisdom holds dear
I know don’t fear,
tis just natures way
of clearing.
~Elfinarts





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Africa’s Unicorn

Iconic giants of grace, with
thundering feet of pace.
Your magical gentle face
risk haunting the humanrace.

Hunted for your horn
Those that care are heart torn.
Let the world hear, for our grandchildren we fear.

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Poem Of The Day: "To My Mother" by Edgar Allan Poe - https://t.co/mfbAN3yQwE

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Poem Of The Day: "To My Mother" by Edgar Allan Poe - https://t.co/oSYVljdy4t

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