


This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….

“ð‘ºð’ð’Žð’†ð’•ð’Šð’Žð’†ð’” ð’šð’ð’– ð’ð’†ð’†ð’… ð’•ð’ ð’ˆð’†ð’• ð‘³ð‘¶ð‘ºð‘»… ð’„ð’‚ð’–ð’”ð’† ð’Šð’•’ð’” ð’•ð’‰ð’† ð’ƒð’†ð’”ð’• ð’˜ð’‚ð’š ð’•ð’ ð’…ð’Šð’”ð’„ð’ð’—ð’†ð’“ ð’šð’ð’–ð’“ð’”ð’†ð’ð’‡ ð’‚ð’ˆð’‚ð’Šð’.” I reckon it…

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #PeopleChangePeople When the doubts are loud choose to carry on, don’t let them stop you!
Fear not, for the lion is awake! #JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives (Resharing art and poetry I previously wrote that…
This is the first poem I wrote for the ‘New Beginnings’ poetry challenge sponsored by 451 Press Poets…
Slowly you drift away And could not stay You are not coming back Fade to black Screams of…