There may be fairies in the forests
There may be angels in the sky
There may be queens on other planets
And little pixies in heavens up high
I am just a lonely mountain
With me there’s only you
You’re the cracks on my surface
And the gleaming light that passes through
The Cracks On My Surface
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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❤
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Beautiful!
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Thanks.
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Delightful poem!
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Thank you.
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Awwww!
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I have posted elsewhere that the natural reaction to possible changes in a social-economic system based on exclusion is fear of being excluded. Perhaps if we can set aside that fear for a bit, we might be able to find a way to see ourselves as not only being included, but helping to build that inclusive system.
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Maybe in the black void of the universe, there’s us.
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so good ❤️
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Thank you.
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If you aren’t a cracked pot, no one can see the light from within.:-) Good poem!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you.
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You are welcome. I hope you are well these days.
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Yes I am. I hope you and your loved ones are safe too.
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Yes, we are at the moment. Trying to be safe, but still have a life. Your posts definitely help, Frank. 🙂
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So lovely!
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Thank you.
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Oh wow, Frank! This is sooo beautiful!!! Thank You and Cheers!!! 🤗❤️😊
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Thanks and welcome.
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This is beautiful
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Thank you.
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Just effortlessly chic and beautiful. Love the rhyme, it just uplifts the words here. A very strong message too. ‘ the cracks on my surface’ instantly catches the eye.
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