To this then the poems.
Come forth unannounced
Unaware.
I call them forth, naught.
From whence do the come?
Come forth thence do, they.
To bless, and to share.
Thus,
therapy, could be they?
Share them, do I,
Then.
In hopes to bring forth,
The light.
For all to share.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.