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Flock #70: under the sky

he could not sing

nor
was he
a dancer

but to show his heart

he took her
out
on a sunny day

to stand
beneath the sky

a handful of paper
mere confetti
he threw

to tumble
and turn

twist

in the sun

under
the sky

~

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Truth Of Our Love

Yes this is very true for my husband he is the lighthouse in my storm that we whether together or try to overcome the things that has been placed in my life and that has affected our lives as husband and wife and he is my comfort when I need comforting and he is my light to guide me on my darkest shores that kept me away so far bay and as his love and wisdom and caring and support always guides me...

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Delicate Rose Bud

{Delicate ? Rose Bud} 

 

 

She was a pure gentle delicate ? rose bud that needed tender love and care because she was in fact so fragile that she had such a beauty that made her stand out on her own but the ? rose bud was so scared that she would eventually break with the wrong little bitty move but she pushed on through to grow so big and strong that she could set out on her own way 

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Loving Him

{Loving Him}​​​​​​

 

 ​​​​​​ Loving him has been the best part of my life because he has given me unconditional love, support, courage, strength, and oxygen that he pump's into my lungs and body that makes me want to continue on with me battling my disease and beat it until it doesn't exist in my life anymore and he is my back~bone when I am to weak to stand on my own he pulls me through to ...

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