For me. For you. For us.
The words formed a pile –
rumors, lies, acquisitions…
It wasn’t quiet in a while –
Just awful conditions.
The pride may as well froth,
To its heart content.
It is shaken and wroth,
But no one will repent.
There’ll be no “sorrys”
No empty explanations.
Let’s postpone the worries,
And delete the foundations.
Awakening the spirit through baring my soul
Exploring Rhymes, Reasons, and Nuances of Our World
Poems by Celia Hales in the Style of William Shakespeare & John Donne
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Wel that end will be the start of a new beginning. Great poem👌
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Thank yo. Yes, I hope so 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Nice.
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Thank you 🙂
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