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When love tries,
Failing to reach your ears,
But, wrenching your heart with every word,
Remember,
That your time is yours and what you make of it
That without wings you cannot fly off this hill.
That some just know what they need to fulfill
And some see it clearer
By falling to the bottom
And looking up.
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6 Comments
My very talented Keitha, my niece. She has been a flower bud waiting to open. Beautiful!
Wonderful poem, Keitha! I think poetry can be your wings.
To a special brother friend a person I admire for taking the road to recovery and road with bumps potholes but most of all the essence of life love gratitude beauty all with a special person on that path we’ll done I love you forever
Beautiful words! Thank you.
A beautiful poem worthy of applause and the artwork compliments it like an instrument of it’s visual appeal. Bravo!!
Wow…this is beautiful. Thank you.