It may be a word…
Or something that I’ve heard,
That turns my head around.
Often when I read,
I get ideas that are teased…
By a thought that becomes solid,
And sound!
And then I realize,
Even I can become quite surprised
How my mind is ‘lifted’…
With bits of mental treasures.
Where they sit to be discovered!
And when they ‘gift’ as they are found!
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Wasn’t it just yesterday,
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It is not that I have lack of concern.
To prove you are wrong,I have given those opportunities to others!I recognized I had too much.It broke my heart to share at first…And perhaps that is what you now notice?The willingness to give that part of me away!However…Don’t worry!Somehow I will manage to go on.That was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done!