Thank You.


Thank You.

Thank you.
I asked.
I received.
The gift of the Gods.
Bestowed upon me.
Which I always had.
Thank you for showing me how to use it.
You capture those things,
Which alone I felt trapped by.
And you diffuse them.
You take them.
You dismantle them.
You show me they do not matter.
And I am Grateful.
And I keep love all around me.
Thank you.

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Trailmixed commented on Thank You.


You wear love as a blanket :) I like this, this short sword is tipped to the sharp point that is simplicity:)

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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