Growth in Relation
Meeting someone
always the question
always the answers.
Tired of the life before,
the dreams left behind,
now seen.
What is the knowing
constantly going
in and out of my private mind-
now on paper, public.
Day one
as silence is shared
and seats are taken.
Day three
We are grouped,
names are shared
and smiles are taken.
Day fifty-eight,
Judgement is kept,
something is given.
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I enjoy many forms of art and designing new things with the creation God has given us. I especially love the insight and unique art of poetry and its many ways of affecting an audience, I also love making people smile =)
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