Allow it, allow it;
You would never allow it
Your face speaks of boundary walls
Your eyes have changed into visibility suits
It was you against the tanks
It was you against the bombers
Like the grass that has to heal itself
Before it allows the snails back in
What was I thinking of
I was thinking of the bowl of watery tears
That I hold with my inner arms
I was thinking of emptying it
Over your head
Brilliant 👍🖤
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thank you, I’m very glad you liked the poem.
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I certainly did my friend 👍🖤
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thanks again.
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Really interesting work. You have a real unique style. It is exciting to me when I see someone that has a different type of writing. Very nicely done. xoxoxo
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Thank you so much.
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It is my pleasure, have an inspired and blessed week my new friend. Hugs, Joni
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