One Year Older
One year older, it’s so close,
Dreams on the rise, hearts growing bolder.
When will I shine? When will I see
The life I’m meant for, waiting for me?
Prosper and rise, it’s my time to climb,
Baby girl, it’s time, it’s time—rise and shine.
Poetic Works of Petra Fafina Marina Patrice
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A recognition of growth and anticipation of what is to come. An expectation of progress and hope for greatness all expressed in this poem. Very nicely done Petra
Thank you very much
Most welcome
Petra, this glows with yearning and faith…the climb, the rise, the self-belief breaking through the doubt. You made hope sound brave again and that rocks. So do you, my friend! Happy Sunday! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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You're most welcome.
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