In the Imaginary Garden it’s –
Fireblossom Friday : escape to the past
Of the pictures we could choose from for inspiration, this is the one that spoke to me
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They taught me to bow my head
To repeat a penitent’s prayer
Lower my eyes
And quiet my voice
Say no thank you
Yes please
Be seen
Not heard
But no one thought
To teach me
How to live
Without
You
rhymeswithbug 
They never teach us what we really need, do they? We have to learn for ourselves, every time.
–coal (Fireblossom)
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I hope you’re going to put together a book of selected poems.
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You’re making me blush. Thanks for the vote of confidence.
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Blurb does a great job on self published books. You should do it!
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I’ll check it out.
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Oh.. we have to learn the hard way don’t we… and keeping quiet doesn’t help
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Amazing poem! ✨👍
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Thank you!
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