PatienceA Poem by gracea little sweet piece of positivityInside the park where wisterias grow, there is always a pure soul waiting to help, thousands go there, come back pieced in two. Only one blessed soul can make it to the last moon. And the questions answered could change the life, only if somebody has that patience to strive.
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StatsAuthorgraceAbouthey to all the beautiful pieces of art here. I love writing and reading poetry, and i may post some of it, so I hope you all like it!! "Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don'.. more..Writing
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