Amongst the beauty
gentle thoughts
like the petal of silk
touching gently with a smile
hidden below
it only takes one prick
piercing suddenly
the thorn that cuts
drawing blood
leaving a trail of sadness
marring simple moments
with pain.
rise up and mend the wound
heal it with inner love,
perhaps at least to try.
on rising above words regardless.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 
Yes, he may not. I should do it.
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I suppose so, if he would like:) he may not?
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Perhaps, yes. Do you suppose Schwarz?
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But of course, who else would but you and I? ruber?
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Well, yes. Should I?
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Thanks, one of those mornings:)
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lovely.
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Are you going to? I shall of course:)
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Life is kind of funny that way:) prickly at times for the sensitive soul;)
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Writing is cathartic for the soul:) thanks Kat 🙂
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Thanks Laine,
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Yes. someone must try, Zippy.
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Wonderfully Metaphoric 🙂
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I send you love, smiles and stars, as the best cure. Lovely poem, my beautiful rose.:)
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Beautiful metaphor, Kim 🙂
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