Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry


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Despite the injuries, the plant continues to grow.

Its beautiful leaves rise to the sky.

Green of life, green of hope.

The blood flows, but not forever.

The wounds begin to close.

We are not angels and that doesn't matter.

They will try to hurt you, but you will get up.



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Patricia Pixie❤

Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind