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The fairy tale of avocadopits

It begins with the end.

...and they lived happily after!

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Today
it's orange
and
celebrating life

When I m vulnerable

You can see my inside

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The fairy tale of avocadopits

It begins with the end.

...and they lived happily after!

I can be so in wonder about the power of a poem. 

Poems have  many gates  to knowledge and at the same time the words in a poem bear the strongest shild I can imagine. Every word seems to respect and understand the other. Their focus is not on 'more' or 'better'.  The words in a poem  beam from their spot and it protects them from infiltrants who wants to minimize their power. 

 

 So,writing poems is for me like massaging and softening of returning life lessons. I keep practising this power, it can be very usefull in my life:))

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