Poems from HerSelf

Did you know, your voice is my serenade? It carries me so far into my dreams on so little breath,Your smile, slightly crooked but so true,...
My feelings are water in my cupped hands Sometimes they drip, slowly, between clenched fingers, desperate to hold on Sometimes I spread my...
Dewdrops cling, to gnarled branches, dressed in weathered bark, the shade of a new beginning, and saturated with the wisdom, of a humble...
I miss when life was waking up early, and going outside to play on sunny days. I miss when I could run forever, and never grow tired. I...
Your smile, bright and crooked, genuine and cheerful, it's easy to see, I never want you to change, dear. I can honestly say that I know...

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