waiting for me to express it is a poem of
gentle blossoming in desert landscapes.
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Education should be taken apart and left at home where encouragement and praise raise it to levels unknown and unheard of in schools.
Singling out routines never followed,
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Equally apportioned throughout the rest of life.
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Details flowing and ebbing with tides of life,
concentrating on the quality all of us strivefor daily.Preparing endless compositions, rewriting,editing, finding different ways of expressionand feeling.Altogether, hiding within many facets of life,trying on with fascination, those that have notfit before, but now with maturity, it is adifferent story.Notes sounding their reverie throughout theheavens, scattering details of imagination intopockets of subconsciousness and creative genius.
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