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The Men We Choose continues to change lives across the world. 
Each page brings perspective that is decreasing misunderstandings.

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The Men We Choose continues to change lives across the world. Each page brings perspective that is decreasing misunderstandings. It's a movement that even authors support. And you get a piece of me as an author, artist and relationship coach. Do you have a book club or organization? What about diversifying your reading list? Send me your email and for many copies you are wanting. Everything is company based to ensure the highest quality and an autograph in each book. #themenwechoose #acquillafaye #greatreads #bookclubs #oprahbookclub #prose #poetry #entrepreneur #aurhor #men #masculine #relationships #goodreads #readinglist #booktour #artwork
Would *you* speak for Homer?#homer #iliad #epic #prose #NO #books #bookstagram 🤯🤦🏽‍♀️
Would *you* speak for Homer?#homer #iliad #epic #prose #NO #books #bookstagram 🤯🤦🏽‍♀️
Keep going.
Keep going.
there's a crimson headache I've been painting on the blades,
because my veins are puffed with all the air that i choked upon.
I look at you waiting for the buzz to kick in,
waiting for the rut to set in.
They say I've been digging a grave,
but do the dead bother with such fancy rituals.
What if i walk around like a half opened tomb,
what if i suck in anything close to a soul that dares to passby.
The last boy i thought i loved or so,
told me there was something off about me,
when i get up at 2:47am,
screaming because we're not kids,
ghost aren't real anymore;
but dead people walk around,
there was something unsettling how
I'd grip his hand and press it till the sweat in between was more than the tears i needed but didn't have.
He didn't like the way I'd lock myself in,
he said he wanted to help me
I'm an old lady in a wheelchair
sitting in a building set on fire,
because she has a bad memory,
and a fainter will to live.
You complain when i don't walk with you,
you scream when I'm freezing in fire,
because ice crawls in veins where blood rots, 3am booze and caffeine;
half read tabs,
unread books,
spread canvasses
broken glass
and pieces of me here and there
trying to come together 
to look less grotesque this morning,
because i didn't like visitors
but they watched me like an abandoned art museum.
people like watching a wreck,
it's art as long as it warms you up,
but it burns me down.
- meenal
there's a crimson headache I've been painting on the blades, because my veins are puffed with all the air that i choked upon. I look at you waiting for the buzz to kick in, waiting for the rut to set in. They say I've been digging a grave, but do the dead bother with such fancy rituals. What if i walk around like a half opened tomb, what if i suck in anything close to a soul that dares to passby. The last boy i thought i loved or so, told me there was something off about me, when i get up at 2:47am, screaming because we're not kids, ghost aren't real anymore; but dead people walk around, there was something unsettling how I'd grip his hand and press it till the sweat in between was more than the tears i needed but didn't have. He didn't like the way I'd lock myself in, he said he wanted to help me I'm an old lady in a wheelchair sitting in a building set on fire, because she has a bad memory, and a fainter will to live. You complain when i don't walk with you, you scream when I'm freezing in fire, because ice crawls in veins where blood rots, 3am booze and caffeine; half read tabs, unread books, spread canvasses broken glass and pieces of me here and there trying to come together to look less grotesque this morning, because i didn't like visitors but they watched me like an abandoned art museum. people like watching a wreck, it's art as long as it warms you up, but it burns me down. - meenal
dress your wounds in honey & water them with kind words, i promise you one day they'll sprout into wildflowers :)
dress your wounds in honey & water them with kind words, i promise you one day they'll sprout into wildflowers :)
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On awakening.
On awakening.
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I've lost count of the days,
making my corpse at home.
pour another drink,
cover your eyes
because the light pricks like iron nails.
I think all this ache would go away,
if I give in to destruction;
Kafka wrote about the relief
of giving in,
he didn't know of it-
because dismantled tales of slimy humane bugs would slither out of rotting graveyards otherwise.
there's a hole in here,
I'm breaking but there's a bone which keeps on taking the strain;
I'll be here, under the sheets
waiting for it to surrender.
My breaths are censored like the black king in a stalemate;
why's there art in bleeding
if it trickles down like punk beats,
sometimes it burns and rots 
like stale coffee kept on my desk from friday,
because I'm supposed to wake up 
but i didn't give in.

there's a eleven year old boy in my head,
he likes to throw around pebbles in the glass walls that i build up,
to lock in shadows of people I loved.
so they'd not leave,
but the night always sets in to snatch;
his eyes blazing like a crucible of wildfire, 
he's eleven
he begins screaming when the shadows start talking.
he doesn't have many friends,
just this bartender at the end of my head,
who tells him about love and other nightmares.
he hates living in me,
it's all sour walls painted with onions,
open ceilings wrapped in cobwebs;
his mother put him in a casket down the street,
his scarred face hurt blue blood.
the air around had too much vanity to be able to breathe,
so he crawled into my head;
i kept a corner for the misfits,
the homeless and the crazy ones;
I don't know if they came to me,
or i made them up
in my head.
I tell them about plath
like some gospel truth
but white tiles don't scare away darkness.
Memoirs of tragedy don't put a roof on your head.
It's all saturated though,
now out here in my head;
all the gates are jammed,
the ones who crawled in are stuck,
the ones left out are slammed upon.
because graveyards can be beautiful only in poems,
sticking your head in an oven
is as grotesque as it sounds,
I'll not wrap it up in madness and other filmsy fancies,
but the most horrifying moment was, 
the one when the eleven year old boy in plath's head walked out of the handmade asylum
- meenal
I've lost count of the days, making my corpse at home. pour another drink, cover your eyes because the light pricks like iron nails. I think all this ache would go away, if I give in to destruction; Kafka wrote about the relief of giving in, he didn't know of it- because dismantled tales of slimy humane bugs would slither out of rotting graveyards otherwise. there's a hole in here, I'm breaking but there's a bone which keeps on taking the strain; I'll be here, under the sheets waiting for it to surrender. My breaths are censored like the black king in a stalemate; why's there art in bleeding if it trickles down like punk beats, sometimes it burns and rots like stale coffee kept on my desk from friday, because I'm supposed to wake up but i didn't give in. there's a eleven year old boy in my head, he likes to throw around pebbles in the glass walls that i build up, to lock in shadows of people I loved. so they'd not leave, but the night always sets in to snatch; his eyes blazing like a crucible of wildfire, he's eleven he begins screaming when the shadows start talking. he doesn't have many friends, just this bartender at the end of my head, who tells him about love and other nightmares. he hates living in me, it's all sour walls painted with onions, open ceilings wrapped in cobwebs; his mother put him in a casket down the street, his scarred face hurt blue blood. the air around had too much vanity to be able to breathe, so he crawled into my head; i kept a corner for the misfits, the homeless and the crazy ones; I don't know if they came to me, or i made them up in my head. I tell them about plath like some gospel truth but white tiles don't scare away darkness. Memoirs of tragedy don't put a roof on your head. It's all saturated though, now out here in my head; all the gates are jammed, the ones who crawled in are stuck, the ones left out are slammed upon. because graveyards can be beautiful only in poems, sticking your head in an oven is as grotesque as it sounds, I'll not wrap it up in madness and other filmsy fancies, but the most horrifying moment was, the one when the eleven year old boy in plath's head walked out of the handmade asylum - meenal
@writinginlovely wanted a love poem, so here ya go :P
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this poem goes out to everyone who is pushing themselves too hard, too far. i love you.
this poem goes out to everyone who is pushing themselves too hard, too far. i love you.
You are not a ghost, little bird, and you are not unlovable.
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I’m 20 now ⏰
I’m 20 now ⏰
today, i will not be the moth.
no, today, i will be the monarch.
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🎨 I’ve been visiting Landan Town reggers since I lived there ten years ago and a trip is not complete without a visit to the National Portrait Gallery! 🤗 And what treat did they have in store this time? Of all things...’The Poet’❕”...telling the story of strong women who dare to pursue their dreams and chose non-conventional paths in life, my way to pay homage to the female struggle, strength, intelligence and beauty.” ~ Dalessio 🖼 #tb #london #nationalportraitgallery #portraits #art #thepoet #dalessio #artist #qotd #goals #dreams #strength #beauty #poet #poets #follow #wannabe #writer #instapoet #mypoetfolio #theheartonart #poetry #prose #photography #psychology #writing  #writingcommunity #writersofig #poetrycommunity #poetrycorner
🎨 I’ve been visiting Landan Town reggers since I lived there ten years ago and a trip is not complete without a visit to the National Portrait Gallery! 🤗 And what treat did they have in store this time? Of all things...’The Poet’❕”...telling the story of strong women who dare to pursue their dreams and chose non-conventional paths in life, my way to pay homage to the female struggle, strength, intelligence and beauty.” ~ Dalessio 🖼 #tb #london #nationalportraitgallery #portraits #art #thepoet #dalessio #artist #qotd #goals #dreams #strength #beauty #poet #poets #follow #wannabe #writer #instapoet #mypoetfolio #theheartonart #poetry #prose #photography #psychology #writing #writingcommunity #writersofig #poetrycommunity #poetrycorner
🎨 I’ve been visiting Landan Town reggers since I lived there ten years ago and a trip is not complete without a visit to the National Portrait Gallery! 🤗 And what treat did they have in store this time? Of all things...’The Poet’❕”...telling the story of strong women who dare to pursue their dreams and chose non-conventional paths in life, my way to pay homage to the female struggle, strength, intelligence and beauty.” ~ Dalessio 🖼 #tb #london #nationalportraitgallery #portraits #art #thepoet #dalessio #artist #qotd #goals #dreams #strength #beauty #poet #poets #follow #wannabe #writer #instapoet #mypoetfolio #theheartonart #poetry #prose #photography #psychology #writing  #writingcommunity #writersofig #poetrycommunity #poetrycorner
🎨 I’ve been visiting Landan Town reggers since I lived there ten years ago and a trip is not complete without a visit to the National Portrait Gallery! 🤗 And what treat did they have in store this time? Of all things...’The Poet’❕”...telling the story of strong women who dare to pursue their dreams and chose non-conventional paths in life, my way to pay homage to the female struggle, strength, intelligence and beauty.” ~ Dalessio 🖼 #tb #london #nationalportraitgallery #portraits #art #thepoet #dalessio #artist #qotd #goals #dreams #strength #beauty #poet #poets #follow #wannabe #writer #instapoet #mypoetfolio #theheartonart #poetry #prose #photography #psychology #writing #writingcommunity #writersofig #poetrycommunity #poetrycorner
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🌌🌌🌌🌌 . Follow main account: @Zy.Marquiez . Follow for more: @HalcyonHalo | Follow for more: @NoctisBlackburn which is my other pen name about darkness, issues of the heart, salacious pieces, mental health and more. | Follow for more: @TheLightningBaron which is another IG account of mine about lightning, storms, nature and more. Honest feedback is always appreciated 👍 #writing #halcyonhalo #wordswithqueens #poetry #poem #prose #poems #globalpoetcult #wordgasm #zymarquiez #quoteoftheday #poemsofig #poetsofig #positivevibes #poetrysaveslives #poetryofinstagram #quotestoliveby #thegoodquote #writersofinstagram #love #poetryisart #writingcommunity #poetryporn #wordporn #micropoetry #shortpoetry #poesia #instapoet #picoftheday
☾ I was inspired to write this because perspective is how we can change the world for ourselves and other people. In this instance some people view dandelions as just weeds but in certain people’s eyes they view them as a way to make a wish, something that could easily make their day better. In this the dandelion is comparing itself to a rose, who is loved by everybody. It comes to the conclusion though that it is loved by a few people. I can honestly relate to this so much because the few people that do love me, mane me feel whole.
☾ I was inspired to write this because perspective is how we can change the world for ourselves and other people. In this instance some people view dandelions as just weeds but in certain people’s eyes they view them as a way to make a wish, something that could easily make their day better. In this the dandelion is comparing itself to a rose, who is loved by everybody. It comes to the conclusion though that it is loved by a few people. I can honestly relate to this so much because the few people that do love me, mane me feel whole.
#TBT KSW presented its first exhibition about Angel Island in 1976 at their Jackson Street Gallery. On September 15 we're heading to Angel Island to team up with Quiet Lightning for their Poetry in the Parks series, a full day of readings and performances. If you'd like to be a reader for this event, they're accepting submissions until 8/21. https://quietlightning.submittable.com/submit/141450/poetry-in-parks-2019-quiet-lightning-angel-island⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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#TBT KSW presented its first exhibition about Angel Island in 1976 at their Jackson Street Gallery. On September 15 we're heading to Angel Island to team up with Quiet Lightning for their Poetry in the Parks series, a full day of readings and performances. If you'd like to be a reader for this event, they're accepting submissions until 8/21. https://quietlightning.submittable.com/submit/141450/poetry-in-parks-2019-quiet-lightning-angel-island⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ woodblock print created by Leland Wong⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #angelisland #APAartists #APA #asianpacificamerican #APAart #APAcommunity #APAliterature #AsianPoets #prose #fiction #poetry #poetsofinstagram #creativewriting #writersofinstagram #quoteoftheday #storytelling #craftingastory #tellastory #tellyourstory #speakout #behindthemic #liveshow #amwriting #cultureshow #writersofcolor
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And it is.
And you are.
And this is.
... And it is. And you are. And this is.
Figure out what you don’t like by going out into the world and living your life. By doing this you’ll know what’s ignites your inner you + what you do like. •My First Book Coming Soon...
Figure out what you don’t like by going out into the world and living your life. By doing this you’ll know what’s ignites your inner you + what you do like. •My First Book Coming Soon...
I sat him down across from me. And I told him how wrong he had been, to swear off this earth. I told him how the birds had serenaded the morning sun, and how the sun in return had planted soft kisses on their feathers. .
I told him how the wind had sent them flying through pink and lilac clouds. I told him how the trees had swung side by side, to the sweet humming of bees and the serenade. I told him just how beautiful this earth really was, and how only now did I realize that too much of living, had been wasted on surviving. .
I tried to tell him how beautiful living could be, if only he would let go of the decision to survive and nothing more. I tried to reason with him, begged him to take it back, reverse the clock. Back to when no time had been wasted, back to before he had sworn of living. .
He just looked at me with hollow eyes.
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And I had to get up, and tell myself not to look in the mirror anymore.
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Years spent on surviving, when I should have been living.
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#excerptfromabookillneverwrite #northcarolina #onedayatatime #life #mylife #secrets #mysecrets #struggle #innerstruggle #myinnerstruggle #prose #imworthmore
I sat him down across from me. And I told him how wrong he had been, to swear off this earth. I told him how the birds had serenaded the morning sun, and how the sun in return had planted soft kisses on their feathers. . I told him how the wind had sent them flying through pink and lilac clouds. I told him how the trees had swung side by side, to the sweet humming of bees and the serenade. I told him just how beautiful this earth really was, and how only now did I realize that too much of living, had been wasted on surviving. . I tried to tell him how beautiful living could be, if only he would let go of the decision to survive and nothing more. I tried to reason with him, begged him to take it back, reverse the clock. Back to when no time had been wasted, back to before he had sworn of living. . He just looked at me with hollow eyes. . And I had to get up, and tell myself not to look in the mirror anymore. . Years spent on surviving, when I should have been living. . #excerptfromabookillneverwrite #northcarolina #onedayatatime #life #mylife #secrets #mysecrets #struggle #innerstruggle #myinnerstruggle #prose #imworthmore
The dying sun lies sadly in the far horizon.
The autumn wind blows mercilessly;
The yellow leaves fall.
From the mountain peak,
Two streams parted unwillingly, 
One to the West, one to the East.
The sun will rise again in the morning.
The leaves will be green again in spring.
But must we be like the mountain stream,
Never to meet again?
The Dying Sun - Poem by #BruceLee
The dying sun lies sadly in the far horizon. The autumn wind blows mercilessly; The yellow leaves fall. From the mountain peak, Two streams parted unwillingly, One to the West, one to the East. The sun will rise again in the morning. The leaves will be green again in spring. But must we be like the mountain stream, Never to meet again? The Dying Sun - Poem by #BruceLee
Title: I don’t know what I’m still doing up

So I went on this road trip and it was dope, y’all should definitely try it! Hope y’all have a nice weekend💜
Title: I don’t know what I’m still doing up So I went on this road trip and it was dope, y’all should definitely try it! Hope y’all have a nice weekend💜
Something new, old feelings. I think I’ve let my mind take me to places I’d rather not go. I’ve been frequenting those places less and less. They’re still there but I’m doing my best to keep a healthy distance. You don’t need to stay everywhere you’ve been, especially if it is dark. -
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Something new, old feelings. I think I’ve let my mind take me to places I’d rather not go. I’ve been frequenting those places less and less. They’re still there but I’m doing my best to keep a healthy distance. You don’t need to stay everywhere you’ve been, especially if it is dark. - - - - #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #poemsofinstagram #writingcommunity #writing #ilovewriting #passion #future #live #liveinthemoment #today #now #poetsofig #prose #poetryandprose #poetryporn #communityofpoetry #newcomo #rope #darkness #expression #old #feelings #healthy #future #faceforward #light #peace
♠️ I hope you’re happier. #words #writing #poem #poetry #prose #quotes #writersofinstagram
♠️ I hope you’re happier. #words #writing #poem #poetry #prose #quotes #writersofinstagram
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I've decided to branch out with the kind of art I use for my posts, this artist is called dragan bibin and I love his stuff would reccomend checking it out it all has this creepy vibe of almost movement 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 (repost sorry to anyone who saw it before) 
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I've decided to branch out with the kind of art I use for my posts, this artist is called dragan bibin and I love his stuff would reccomend checking it out it all has this creepy vibe of almost movement 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 (repost sorry to anyone who saw it before) #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetofig #writersofig #poetsofig #quote #poetrylover #poetrysnotdead #writersnetwork #igwritersclub #writersclub #writingprompts #poetryisnotdead #poetscommunity #prose #gramwriters #spilledthoughts #instawriters  #communityofpoetry #writerstrust #closerlivespoetry #poetrynetworking #penguinplatform #untwinemeuk
this past week i had the opportunity to serve at the @lcmsnyg in Minneapolis with the incredible Media Team. 
a week i’ll never forget, with people i’ll never forget, worshiping a God who will never forget us. 
thanks for letting me share some jokes and poetry with you all. 
it was too fun. 
and i want to do it again soon.
so that’s why i’m heading out on tour this fall! 
i hope to see many of you again while i’m out on the road. shoot me a message if you’d like for me to come to your church/school/living room to share some poetry!
Photo: @mattlaverephoto 
#NYG2019
this past week i had the opportunity to serve at the @lcmsnyg in Minneapolis with the incredible Media Team. a week i’ll never forget, with people i’ll never forget, worshiping a God who will never forget us. thanks for letting me share some jokes and poetry with you all. it was too fun. and i want to do it again soon. so that’s why i’m heading out on tour this fall! i hope to see many of you again while i’m out on the road. shoot me a message if you’d like for me to come to your church/school/living room to share some poetry! Photo: @mattlaverephoto #NYG2019
So Today I really almost lost all my work , and really realized how having an avenue to put your energy into REALLY makes a difference 💯....// “Letters to Lois Lane” is Out Now! 🔥Link in bio to purchase. Also Available in Apple iBooks. 🌹🖤 // Pending the next book, turn on your post notifications so you don’t miss out! ✨ #summerreads #bgoldpoetry 🖤🌹🖤🌹🖤🌹🖤🌹🖤🌹 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
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بامداد که آمد،
سپیده بیدارم کرد.
از بس گریسته بودم .
سقف اتاق از غصه پریده بود.
مادرم فکر کرد باران باریده است  برایم چتری آورد،
پدرم گفت ،
هوا که بارانی است،
مدرسه تعطیل است،بخواب.
کسی نپرسید چرا گریستم!
خواهر کوچکم ،
موهایم را شانه زد،
عروسکش را در آغوشم گذاشت و گفت:
می دانم که عاشق شده ای،
به کسی نمی گویم.
اما گریه نکن،
دلم می گیرد.
او دیروز در کوچه به من گفت که،
ترا خیلی دوست دارد.
غصه نخور.
نامه ای بنویس،
یواشکی برایش می برم.
#س_الف_سجادی
#باران#سقف#اتاق#پرید#عاشق#گریست.
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. بامداد که آمد، سپیده بیدارم کرد. از بس گریسته بودم . سقف اتاق از غصه پریده بود. مادرم فکر کرد باران باریده است برایم چتری آورد، پدرم گفت ، هوا که بارانی است، مدرسه تعطیل است،بخواب. کسی نپرسید چرا گریستم! خواهر کوچکم ، موهایم را شانه زد، عروسکش را در آغوشم گذاشت و گفت: می دانم که عاشق شده ای، به کسی نمی گویم. اما گریه نکن، دلم می گیرد. او دیروز در کوچه به من گفت که، ترا خیلی دوست دارد. غصه نخور. نامه ای بنویس، یواشکی برایش می برم. #س_الف_سجادی #باران#سقف#اتاق#پرید#عاشق#گریست. #gh_sajadi#Persian#lyric#verse#prose
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It's the mixture of untold stories and hidden secrets that made me fall in love with isolation, yet the confusion between wheather it was a choice, or an obligation never ended.

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It's the mixture of untold stories and hidden secrets that made me fall in love with isolation, yet the confusion between wheather it was a choice, or an obligation never ended. #poems #poem #poetry #prose #paint #toptags #poetrycommunity #writing #instapoetry #writerscommunity #poenoftheday #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordgasm #poetsociety #igpoet #typewriter #creativewriting #emotions #mywords #fellings #thought #creative #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #art #spilledink
One night.
One night.
🌺Prose Poem🌺《TO MY DAD》(For One Year's Parting)
/  By Kaori🌺
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 Parental affection
 Should be accumulated in the memory of childhood.
 Opening the first chapter of my childhood,
 That warm winter day,
 You held me on your lap gently,
 Pointed at the newly bought clock,
 to teach me numbers and time,
 Exultation on your handsome face,
 Left deeply in my memories.
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 Clock ticking,
 The leisurely happy time was repeated on your lap,
 and your fingers sunny warmth seeped into my heart.
 My friends envied me that I have a good Dad.
 The adults complained that you were too fond of me.
 You have no burly body,
Though sheltered me carefully from the wind.
 Despite never seen you angry with me, 
still had sad memories.
 That summer afternoon,
bored people, 
told me that I am not your child,
 Little heart was deeply hurted... Honest you didn’t make an excuse,
Just used your deeper affection,
 to tell everyone
that I'm always your favorite and the brightest daughter.
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 Time flies,
 The old wall clock of that year has long since disappeared.
 Last moment of your life,
from warm to cold,
grieved to stay in the palm of our hands.
 That moment freezes,
 Look back my life over a distance,  I couldn't give back a bit yet…
 Now only can be called in the memories at overseas... Dad!  Oh…My dad…
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🌺Prose Poem🌺《TO MY DAD》(For One Year's Parting) / By Kaori🌺 🌸 Parental affection Should be accumulated in the memory of childhood. Opening the first chapter of my childhood, That warm winter day, You held me on your lap gently, Pointed at the newly bought clock, to teach me numbers and time, Exultation on your handsome face, Left deeply in my memories. 🌸 🌸 Clock ticking, The leisurely happy time was repeated on your lap, and your fingers sunny warmth seeped into my heart. My friends envied me that I have a good Dad. The adults complained that you were too fond of me. You have no burly body, Though sheltered me carefully from the wind. Despite never seen you angry with me, still had sad memories. That summer afternoon, bored people, told me that I am not your child, Little heart was deeply hurted... Honest you didn’t make an excuse, Just used your deeper affection, to tell everyone that I'm always your favorite and the brightest daughter. 🌸 🌸 Time flies, The old wall clock of that year has long since disappeared. Last moment of your life, from warm to cold, grieved to stay in the palm of our hands. That moment freezes, Look back my life over a distance, I couldn't give back a bit yet… Now only can be called in the memories at overseas... Dad! Oh…My dad… 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 #writerscommunity #poet #writer #poems #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #prose #poets #writersofinstagram #naturephotography #flowers #trips #travel #japan #atami #izu #story #nature #poetsociety #loveyou #guesthouse #sea #love #熱海 #自然 #詩 #伊豆旅行 #ペンション #民宿