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Me
I am not mighty, not large, nor grand.
I am sensible, dispensable, and bland.
A piece of me is lost with each word spoken,
Yet set free, shedding from what's broken.
I am sensible, dispensable, and bland.
A piece of me is lost with each word spoken,
Yet set free, shedding from what's broken.
Published 24th Feb 2017
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26th Feb 2017 4:09am
how can you be bland when your poetry is not?
I really enjoyed this hopeful verse :-)
I really enjoyed this hopeful verse :-)
4th Mar 2017 10:48pm
sure, they float off like butterflys;
when something is lost, something else is found...
when something is lost, something else is found...
