There are times, where my mind seems to find – deepest/darkness of memories but that’s not who I am anymore. All that pain, all that misery wrapped around itself, made something,
beautiful out of me…
I’m watching the snowfall, for the first time, in a long time, sitting by myself, in a warm and comfy chair.
I’ve seen my share – where the world has got its’ shame,
where the world bends,
broken wings are changing,
we’re all feathers together,
colors of the same icy winds
gatherings’ of love,
little crumbs,
things of little breads
feeding our longing soul
everybody needs a little,
so, I’m
exchanging my pain into hope
exchanging my tears into joy
exchanging my loneliness into feathers that fly in the sky
kindness sister Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
I can so relate with this.
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thank you sister 🙂 Windsofchange18
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Your welcome💕
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Looking through the same mirror, sis
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yes & thank you Kwameowusubaafi 🙂
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Truly lovely words Krissy
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thank you Kat 🙂
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You are so welcome
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The bumpy road often leads to beautiful places. A good lesson to keep in mind and a wonderful poem.
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