Poetry


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“All my walls, stand tall
And painted blue
But I’ll take them down,
take them down
And open up the door for you
Cause all I feel, in my stomach is butterflies,
the beautiful kind
Making up for lost time,
taking flight, making me feel like…”

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“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
C O N F U C I U S

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“If you allowed yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things, then all things prove to be extraordinary.”  

~ Dean Koonz

“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.”

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

image: Lauren Withrow

… where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

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