Secrets not yet revealed
Anyone can clearly see
If emotion kept concealed
Only pure of heart shall be
Many hours I have spent
Searching for I do not know
Hard to fathom my intent
Running fast as I can go
Inside of us there dwells a spark
Very often unignited
Expectations pierce the dark
Ravishing our lives delighted
Thanksgiving is beautiful,
Thanksgiving is beautiful, freeing, and catching. This poem of gratitude lifts the soul. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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