Searching for what we didn't have we became what we are
Seeds ground into a salve, poverty kept in a stone jar
Seasoning that with passing years has lost its flavor
Sensations washed away in muddy tears, time its engraver
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 22nd, 2025 03:02
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Indeed, poverty a really hard jar to escape from, your empathy compassion and poetic skills are truly felt in here, much like in all your work dear friend. 🌹a history lesson 🌹
Thank you Teddy your kind remarks are always uplifting and most encouraging. Thank you for starting my day off with a sun ray.
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Indelible etchings on the soul🕊️🙏🏻
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