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Free
Read more: FreeNo one saw me head to the ground, feet to the sky, pretending to fly. It would have made you cry hilarity.
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Delight
Read more: DelightDo you delightin melike a piece of poetry, understood by poetdifferentlythen reader? Do you rejoiceto seeevery part of me, as I spill words across your page? Free to bepure alchemymixed by Creator’s quill. Bubbling with will. Rephrasing me,EMBOLDENED be, speaking full while hushed and still. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Joy
Read more: JoyFound in simple spaceswhen lights have dimmed to easeweariness of day from shoulders prone. In the morning beamswhere radiance singsreserving stage for feathered accompaniment notes. Shimmers in the shadowslike the fuzziness of heat,but greats in bells that chime with chirping mirth. Often hid amidwide open spaceblending with a magic you can not trace. Given to…



