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Break the Shell

Break the Shell

He wears a coat of heaviness
His glance cuts like a razorblade
Place a flower on his hand
From dry soil good grapes grow.

—Bernadete vdw, ‘24

 

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Being Me

Bernadete, this is outstanding! Pinned, obviously. Fantastic descriptions in it. Outstanding, it really is x

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Bernadete van d...

Being Me, It seems that you like what you read. I don’t usually write very short poem but this one appeared on my head and I didn’t want make it any longer.  Thank you for being here, Tina.

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Neville

Yes indeed, I exhale slow .. as indeed you have excelled .. Neville 

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Jac Tales

True Love is Pain. Lovely Write. đŸ©”

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John Loopstra

Simple lines, but so effective and so relatable (my wife is finally harvesting the wine after 37 yearsđŸ·) 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you John. So good you're here! if your wife is ''harvesting the wine"
as she got older, she's in the right path to the long road to wisdom.
Some will never reach this road. I think that the both of you are definitely 
getting there. Greetings from Bernadete.

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