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Christina Strigas
You can't break up with a soul mate
In the kingdom of life, with the strokes of the brush, the bow and the pen, artists have sowed their hearts to contrive, fields rivalling in beauty the Garden of Eden.
the darker the heart, the deeper the poetry runs
"For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.” —Catherine Drinker Bowen
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"A word after a word after a word is power" Margaret Atwood
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The breeze touched me
As you were with me
I felt it was your fingers
I now stand alone
Breeze touches me again
Now I search for fingers of yours
No more to be seen
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Thank you for sharing!
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Love this…
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Thank you my sweet friend xx
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Smiles. My pleasure. xx
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I’m a fan of your poetry. ❤
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Thank you Miss BT💐
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