I feel unusual.
Done what has been suggested.
Still in griefs despair.
Dont want pity. Wont post another poem that is ridiculous.
I consider the heart and soul of someone just entering.
I consider the wisdom of the one that draws the popular response.
God Bless to all, no ill intent, only glory that I cant interpret because it is brillant beyond the means I am skilled in to interpret.
Getting down to basics. I have beauty. It is waiting to spill out and capture those in misery and swoop them up and be apart of them being guided to rest and assurance.
I am here, I am wishing to open my door and be suddenly embraced by the obvious.
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