I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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Waiting for spring to pay joy forward…
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Yes Trudessa! She doesn’t always do that though!
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Beautifully poignant
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Thank you Sadje ☺️💕
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You’re welcome
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Outstanding!
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Thank so much Reena ☺️
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So beautifully expressed, Christine! ❤️
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Thanks Punam. Some season poems are not always full of hope 😦
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Christine I like how you used the seasons as a relationship measuring stick. Sometimes you just have to jump off of the carousel and try a new ride 😉
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Good observation Lisa. Yes tell me! It was where my mind went last night 😧
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Excellent quadrille Christine. I found you perspective on the word season to be most effective.
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Thanks Rob ☺️
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Finding one’s way out of darkness in any season is a challenge, especially when despair seems to be the only option.
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Thank you Ken ☺️
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The Four Seasons … how delightful. Thank you for leaving me a comment.
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Thanks Helen. Yes of course. Yours made me laugh 🤣
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Each season changes us.. but we always get back to that spring
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Yes, that’s the one that gives us the most hope.
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I’m loving how the seasons owe us a debt that’s gone unpaid. So true.
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Thanks Jan. Sometimes they do. If you are a farmer of any kind, it can certainly make or break you.
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