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Spellbound

Spellbound

The darkest places of hell
can sometimes be
where my light gives birth
and my intelligence although sometimes challenged
will win through to wisdom
a simple spark in my mind
can certainly start a fire
and as much as I’m skeptical
I’m also open to possibility
so approach me at your peril
you may well be surprised.

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Rory McGinlay

Will win through to wisdomĀ 

I'm a believer in the wise,

Sometimes it the future of this promise that can keep you aliveĀ 

Otherwise you may as well have your eyes closedĀ 

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Shirley Harrison

Agreed, thank you dearest Rory, from every dark corner light can grow. 🌹

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Marion

You may not believe this but I wrote mine before I scrolled down to others work ...i feel the need to apologise for using the word Hell...lol...forgive me. Powerful work Shirley X

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Shirley Harrison

So lovely to see you, and you will not believe that I saw yours before I saw this review,  oh you brilliant poetess you. Thank you so much dear Marion. 🌹 

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Being Me

I agree. Good poetry see.s to be born in the dark.

Love this poem x

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dear Being Me, it certainly does. 🌹 

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