Where demons dread to tread,
Where angels quietly avoid,
Poets swoosh in.
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Where demons dread to tread,
Where angels quietly avoid,
Poets swoosh in.
Poetry always saves; the poet is the water into which verses flow. Hug, Mia.
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Love the analogy! Thank you so much for stopping by to support, Fernando! 😊🤗
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yay, a mission statement. 🙂
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Glad you think so! Thank you so much for your appreciation. 😊
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Love these shorter obserations.
I think many of us, as poets, are happy to flirt with angels and demons.
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, David! 😊
Yes, we are.
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