Little and delicate
This is who I am. Tiny…with…
With a storm raging inside
I am a storm in a teacup
I know, I know
What more can I do for you?
But sing about these moving parts inside of me
Nothing lasts forever, but now the blooms dawn upon me —
Spring time comes
Sunshine bursts through the clouds
A welcomed repose from my great tempest within.
A beautiful poem. I hope you are doing well, Eleanor. I missed your posts.😊
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OH MY FRIEND! Thank you! So good to hear from you. I’ve missed yours as well.
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🌸❤️
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Wonderful poem for a tiny tempest in a teacup.
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You may be a tiny tempest, but you are a dynamic poet! Blessings, Peter.
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