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... the wind carries things,
things like debris, tears, emotional turmoil,
me, following a thunderstorm at times.
I must stop chasing after rain...
Sometimes, I must wait, wait for the
wind to settle, watch as the crest of waves calm,
I can see and feel more clearly.
... oh my God does the sun feel warm on my skin and my soul.
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Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
