Motivation, Poetry, Random thoughts
I find beauty
even from a thing they considered ugly.
The thing you give Slight importance
I give great significance.
There’s something more than meets the eye
if you really pry.
There’s always a story to be told
which you will never be expected to behold.
Photo: Flower of a weed from my mom’s backyard
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A book is an autumn leaf that falls on the soil of the reader's mind and soon turns into compost to nurture the seed within with virtues and wisdom and helps it grow as big as a tree for a fruitful life.
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Book Blogger, Poetry and Fiction Writer.
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Lovely poem 👌
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Thank you so much! 😊❤️
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Thank you! I will!
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Lovely💕💕💕
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Thank you! 😊❤️🌹
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I believe in this too strongly!🎀
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Thank you! 😊❤️
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Yes, there’s a lot more than what meets the eye 😊
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Nice
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poetry… ♥
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Thank you, Tracy! ❤️
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Wonderful ❤️
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Thank you! 😊
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Poem is lovely Winnie and I agree with you totally.
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Thank you for your wonderful comment, Ben! 😊
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Lovely!❤
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Thank you! ❤️
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Lovely dear
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Thank you! 😊❤️
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I love this, I teach this to the students I work with and I totally believe in finding the beautiful gems hidden within.
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That’s good to hear! 😊
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Well written Winnie
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Thank you so much! Nice to hear from you 😊
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Awesome post 🤗✨
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Thank you so much! 😊
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You are welcome 😇
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Great poem…..but…..I must say…..your image of a weed….. why do you call it a weed? What is a weed? I see a beautiful violet like flower.
When I had a garden….anything that grew ‘naturally’, which I never ‘planted’, would remain in my garden. Others would call them ‘weeds’. As they grew, I would determine if they stayed, based on their beauty. I got a lot of compliments and the wildlife loved it too! lol
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Thank you, Ren! According to google a weed is a wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants. It’s a wild plant so it’s a weed 😁. True! It’s so beautiful, isn’t it? My mom always hires someone to remove those weeds because there was a snake lurking once.
Wow! I can almost see your beautiful garden.
Thank you for dropping by! I always appreciate your comments 😊.
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Lovely poem Winnie
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Thank you!
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You are gifted my dear ❤️
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Thank you, dear! That’s a great compliment from a great writer like you 😊❤️
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Uhhh, you’re a sweetheart ❤️
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