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Personal (Hope) It was a chilly,
overcast morning.
I set out on my journey
unsure where the road
would take me.
Only this moment
was decided;
my next steps were hazy.
As I moved along,
I let the dawn
wash over me.
Then I noticed
the fog dissipating
with the rising sun.
My path became clear,
and my future brighter.
Your skill with metaphor
Your skill with metaphor always amazes me. I applaud the way you use local weather conditions and an ordinary sunrise, to convey emotional meaning; and not only that, but also the hope of positive changes.
Coerulescent
Such walks are such a turn
Such walks are such a turn around so much that even without great expectations that the clarity offered is such a pleasant surprise with its pure and unbridled liberatimy joy!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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