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Passion Of The Arts

Finding Me

Passion Of The Arts

Lost with words.
No place to go. 
An introvert,
How did I know.

Passing the time away all alone.
Finding pleasure all by myself.
Making gift cards, doing many things.
Learning who I am , as I roam.

The person who once , hugged a lot.
Life of the party.
So many friends.
Soon forgot.

I feel blessed for  “finding me”.
Passion for the arts.
Enhancing “Mother Nature”.
Growing with positivity.

Its okay, to slip in a place.
Where you might read a book.
Learn more of your ancestry.
Take a look in the mirror, see your beautiful face.

Tell yourself how amazing you are.
Remember, beauty comes from your heart.
Passion from your eyes.
Experience near and far.

 

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Being Me

A beautiful, beautiful poem. Very uplifting to read. Well done and thank you sharing x

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Cathy Deslippe

Than’ you and your always so kind Being Me.  Bless you and be safe and happy.

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Pratibha Savani

Such a beautiful read and positivity. I love the last verse. Brilliant piece. Px ?

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Cathy Deslippe

Thank you Pratibha , that is truly how I feel and wrote it from my heart.  Wishing you happiness and good health always.❤️?

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