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purpose | poem

Posted by sammicakes on

not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent

not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress

never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person

but in the constraints one can find purpose

as in the murkiest of waters one can find a string of small, sunlit pearls

~ Sammicakes

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  1. Serene's avatar Dragon Warrior says:
    August 26, 2020 at 2:38 pm

    Your poem made me think. Greatly written.

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    1. sammicakes's avatar sammicakes says:
      August 26, 2020 at 2:51 pm

      so glad I was able to provide some introspection for you, thank you ❤

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      1. Serene's avatar Dragon Warrior says:
        August 26, 2020 at 2:52 pm

        I think introspection is really the purpose of poetry? So, it’s my turn to thank you 🙂

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  2. chasingseagulls's avatar chasingseagulls says:
    August 26, 2020 at 2:46 pm

    So beautiful!

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    1. sammicakes's avatar sammicakes says:
      August 26, 2020 at 2:50 pm

      thank you so much!

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  3. Belladonna's avatar Belladonna says:
    August 27, 2020 at 2:23 am

    This is beautiful ♥️♥️♥️

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    1. sammicakes's avatar sammicakes says:
      August 28, 2020 at 2:04 pm

      thank you :))

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