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This week’s poem must speak for itself, as I am lost for words. Sometimes there is just too much to say, too much to express, too many facets. Sometimes a few words must point the direction, and the reader must do the rest.
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A shriveled seed
Soaked in water,
Sprouting
.
Traveling a map,
At the edge,
Life
.
Things never believed in
Made real,
You.
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Kampala, 2019
Hope!
Beautiful and romantic in the real sense of the word🌹🌹
This is intriguing, Rilla, and exceptionally beautiful.
Lovely. And it says it all.