It would be easy enough
to come away tough
from that encounter we had
thinking that it wasn’t that bad
but I look in the sky and see the sky leans
Genuinely not knowing what it all means
The lofty white clouds float like pieces of art
I watch and I stare, wait for cold rain to start
The lucrative part of my buried past
ripple like currents, splash with a blast
As pilgrims had one day cooked chicken divine
my talents are lucrative, just ’cause their mine
Healing will come and the dust will settle
For now, I must say my cup-eth is full
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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Stine Writing 
I love this, it makes me think of warm spring days (sigh)
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“The lofty white clouds float like pieces of art”
“Healing will come and the dust will settle
For now, I must say my cup-eth is full”
Love those two lines.
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Thank you! Its always amazing to me when I see my words written by someone else…they always look so professional! Hahaha
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We are so hard on ourselves. They are professional and lovely
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What a pleasure to share tea with this poem, I feel it.
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😊
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