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Beauty Everywhere

An Abecedarian poem

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creates in me
distinct feelings of
Finding new ways to admire
God’s or what ever choice of name you desire, at work
harmonizing with all that abound, representations of
Itself, or Herself, or Himself;
justifications for accepting the Non-Self, not required. Simply the
knowledge that
mysteries and the many
nuances make each day an
oooooh experience and thus
pleasing to the doer and the observer. And
satisfying the desire and the
taste for the
unusual that is buried in the ordinary.
Valiantly, I go through each day
watching for the opportunity within humanity with
x-ray vision — sure to lift my spirit, creating in me an unattainable
yearning to reach the zenith. Ever expanding, it feeds an inexplicable
zeal for living.

© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love

I attempted to write this piece after enjoying an abecedarian poem from Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她).




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Ilis Trudie Palmer

Ilis Trudie Palmer

I write on what pleases me, most times offering one dose of upfulness in each story. https://esotericgardenskn.com| https://ko-fi.com/ilistrudiepalmerauthorkn

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