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hello dearest Tim I am fortunate actually it took many miracles to get me to this age so many brushes with death…nature is beautiful to look at I guess I just have to remember my time will come no matter where I am and all I can do is do my best until then I am just feeling my mortality thank you my friend ❤️
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Oh! This reminds me of when me and my brother would play in the rain when we were kids.
In the front yard we didn’t have stickers so we would be barefoot. Lol
Good times!-
I did it in high school one day with a friend. We kicked a can in the front of the school in pouring rain and kids were watching from the windows. He’s since passed away so I’ll always remember that day being glad we did it. 🙂
And yeah, us kids also ran in yards in the rain leaving our parents aghast. lol
Thank you for the comment, Adelly. 🙂
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Excellent write with a nostalgic flavor my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Fia Naturie posted in the group ”BACK TO POETRY BASICS”
Was born with eyes wide open
To be prepared for the truth
Not wanting to offend
What had happened on the roofHolding pasts in a box
We crawl, we stand, then walk
Rusty keys enter locks
Speaking words before caughtStreams of tears without sound
Lover’s end, rings withdrawn
heartbeat forever unbound
Dawn shows you were a p…Read More2 Comments-
Okay, Fia 👌 Thanks for your submission and participation. You’ve made a very good start, with the basic format of a Sonnet down pat … 3 Quatrains and a Rhyming Couplet, and your rhyme-scheme is spot-on. In particular, your topic is interesting, with emotion depth, strong metaphorical imagery, and captivating ambiance that sets the mood. With a b…Read More
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The voice in our head, the legions that rule can take over if we’re not careful. I fight my own war when negative self-talk invades.