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A new guest poem by resident poet Ashleigh Godsell 😊

A past left behind,
Discovery of love requited;

Rarely do we find,
Something quite like it;

A natural affection,
A violence of sorts;

Some may say an affliction,
As even a rose has thorns;

But in a world of destruction,
Must we seek anger?

The tick of the pendulum,
Takes us into the future;

Now the present,
Should we not focus;

On the essence;
Which is kindness.”

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