Reopening the pages,
aligning myself with the words,
wondering if there’s time to experience
a delicate tingle,
an enlightening surge.
I may have cast aside the others
within these pages
for far too long,
will they accept my return,
can we rejoice,
can we sing a jubilant welcoming song?
I don’t know whether or not
the time will become important or determined,
but I wonder to myself,
will I send my words to them?
Will I dare share my thoughts and opinions,
when perhaps they shouldn’t know of these,
the time to absorb these has long been avoided,
allow my words to be breath like a summer’s breeze.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
Nice post
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Thanks so much. 💕
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My grandfather taught me. Don’t waste words on people who don’t listen dear Lauren.
“Will I dare share my thoughts and opinions,
when perhaps they shouldn’t know of these,
the time to absorb these has long been avoided,
allow my words to be breath like a summer’s breeze.”
I loved the above lines. Meaningful and worthwhile.
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Thank you so much, dear John. You and your grandfather are indeed right, and I have found this out over the past days too.
Thank you for loving my
lines from my poem too, your sweet words mean a lot. 💕
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You are welcome dear Lauren and Happy New Year.
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