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Be
To just be. Lost in the moment. Relaxing. Releasing. Feeling the serenity. Even with the tossing waves of the world around. Peace can be found within. So just be. ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Tatiana from Pexels
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A Haiku: Love
I’ll take the slings andarrows, if it means you willbe safe and secure. -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Francesco Ungaro from Pexels
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A Haiku: Echoes
The sound of laughterechoes through the hall, as Icling to memories. -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Bhavesh Jain from Pexels
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Only God
You.Love.Me.No mattermy past.No mattermy present.No mattermy future.Pure love.Is.Your love.I can’t escape.I don’t want to escape.I melt intoYou.Love.Me. ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Jackson David from Pexels ** This poem is included in the book — GOD is so much more: a poetry collection — click here for details. **
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A Haiku: Look
By a look I tellYour emotion can not hideI know you too well -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Louis from Pexels
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A Haiku: Clarity
Pause on time to seethe forest through the trees andyou will be led home -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by veeterzy from Pexels * This poem is included in the book — The Owl in the Concrete Tree: A Poetry Collection — click HERE to download a free PDF excerpt or to view details.
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One
We are allOne. No matter our color;no matter our language;no matter our religion;no matter… what. We all belong. We are all created inthe image ofCreator God. We are alla part ofhumanity. We are allOne. -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by ATC Comm Photo from Pexels ** This poem is included in the book — GOD…
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A Haiku: Source
The Source of all things,beckons and calls out your name,pulling you toward truth. -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Stijn Dijkstra from Pexels ** This haiku is included in the book — GOD is so much more: a poetry collection — click here for details. **
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A Haiku: Horizon
On the horizonopportunities await.Chase after your dreams. -akw- ___©2021 Angel K WillPhoto by Nextvoyage from Pexels
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The Book
Wandering.Aimless.I enter. Smelling the must of vintage bookshorizontally lined across the shelveswith some stacked against the walls. Broken.Searching.Trying to find my way. Filling the voidwith all the thingsother people say. An emptiness aches within.I struggle to find any satisfaction. Then I pick up one of the books,used and faded like me,pages crumpled and torn.The underlineddrawing…
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