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True love is painful.
A dove flies when rain falls.
Without pain we can’t grow.
Deep down our hearts know.

We can heal.
We can feel.
We can fake.
We can break.

But nothing is more beautiful,
And nothing is more dutiful,
Than pure devotions,
Fueled by real emotions.

I have loved.
I am loved.
I am haunted.
I am wanted.

Minds can’t always translate,
What hearts want to say.
But beauty is here today,
And goodness is here to stay.

“Translate”

11.27.2017

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Little Rose

Sleep now little rose.
Let go of all your woes.

All creatures have horns.
No use fighting thorns.

You have had enough.
It is time to grow up.

Little ruby caterpillar.
Fly now – you’ll feel better.

10.15.2017

~ JW

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The Fleeting Day

On little fly, don’t be so blue.
Open your eyes to the world before you.

Every corner you see is painted with beauty.
Your heart is alive as red as it bleeds.

You take in love. You take in sorrow.
You feel today like there is no tomorrow.

Walk forward to a new day.
The light of dawn will shine on your brave.

10.10.2017

~JW

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It’s Okay

It’s okay to try.
It’s okay to fail.
It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to be frail.

Society will make rules.
Society will judge you.
Society makes you a fool.
Society tests what’s true.

Beauty is a curse.
Beauty is a blessing.
Beauty gives birth,
To what is missing.

Blessed are the meek,
Who can withstand the strife.
Blessed are the weak,
Who continue to survive.

But only you can choose.
Only you have what’s yours.
You can sing the blues.
Or you can open the door.

Growth is not without pain.
Forward is not without loss.
Rainbow follows the rain.
In sunlight you walk across.

It’s okay to accept joy.
It’s okay to atone.
It’s okay to enjoy.
It’s okay to walk alone.

Life is beautiful.
Life is hurtful.
Life is bountiful.
Life is eternal.

10.8.2017

~JW

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Fall from the High

Clouds afloat in the heights.
Blissful image of nature’s might.
Sunlight peeps from edge of hill.
A display of time to test one’s will.
 
She’s unique and she’s a freak.
She’s right at home in the peak.
A glass of wisdom – she drank it.
In front of her now is a gray blanket.
 
She is deserving of beauty and love.
She knows but cannot ask of above.
Her void to fill, a flightless dove.
Only time will tell what fits like a glove.
 
9.24.2017
 
~ JW
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