In my hands, I held a glass
A glass with waves en masse
Frothy and blue and violent were they,
Crashing down and down; all night and all day.
A storm would come,
The waves; a great sum
And my little glass;
A broken, wet mess.
– Just a very random, strange little poem I wrote. I love writing these sorts of things… If y’all liked this, let me know. I can post tons more. 🙂
Carpe Diem!
-Keziah
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HEY!!! I'm Keziah (pronounced kuh-zy-uh)!! I'm young, I'm married and I love Jesus. I also love anything vintage, reading, writing, dancing, historical re-enacting and so much more. I'm a firm believer in being able to accomplish most anything with discipline and that life is full of joy we don't often comprehend until we have lost it. Can't wait to get to know you!!! ♡♡
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Haha, this is cute! My feelings: 😊 You should totally do more!
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Aw thanks!!
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TOTALLY!!🤣
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I love poetry! It can evoke such vivid images! You should totally post more!
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Yes, definitely!! Thanks!
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Very cool!!
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You’re good!
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Aw thanks. 😄
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