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s. We cannot hide from those determined to destroy what we have created. We sing songs from the heart to anyone who will listen. We give thanks for all we have been given.</p><p id="9dcd">Copyright ©2020 by Harley King</p><p id="453d">If you like this poem, you might also like <b><i>Sweet Return</i></b>.</p><div id="bf6e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/sweet-return-8e95de943970">
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A Poem
We run through fields of wild flowers as if we could free ourselves from our past. We are butterflies, fragile, quiet and full of laughter to heal the pain within our hearts. We cannot hide from those determined to destroy what we have created. We sing songs from the heart to anyone who will listen. We give thanks for all we have been given.
Copyright ©2020 by Harley King
If you like this poem, you might also like Sweet Return.
milethis writing serves as a reminder for everybody, including me.
Kris GageBecause most of “the signs” they tell you are garbage
smoulThe inescapable circle of self-improvement
