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My Heart's Hurt!!!
You were supposed to be mine
The peace of mind I longed for.
My yearning for you was breathtaking.
You gave me the "green light".
Maybe I read your expressions wrong;
You were too impulsive letting your emotions, get ahead of you. Sometimes waiting is such a virtue we lack. And you can't assumed I feel the same way for you. Take care my expression friendly because I'm a friendly person? Other than that your piece was nice I enjoy the drama.
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What comes first?
The Poem
The Title

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Nature is poetry, infinite in age, revealing its presence in the tree rings of Redwood, Sequoias, Oaks, Pines, and cacti, while flora, fauna, and grasses surround its roots.
Nature's repetitive poetry appears along every shoreline, beach, lake, river, and pond.
Poetry is nature's desert trails, where thorny cacti stretch toward the sky.
Poetry is nature's forested trails with canopy trees, sun-light streams shimmering from above illuminating flora and fauna, filling a nose and lungs with an essence of my surroundings.







So sweet! Congratulations.