Is There Too Much On Our Plates?

There is such a thing as 'too much' sometimes.

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A Round-Up Of All Things NaPoWriMo.

Poetry makes the world a lot better to live in.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 30: Spring Forth.

Embrace the dance in you

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#NaPoWriMo 29: Elegy.

Of faraway dreams and distant memories.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 28: Showers (Sijo).

Not ever.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 27: Pressed Flowers (American Sonnet).

A faded testament to intertwined fates

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#NaPoWriMo Day 26: Silence By The Seashore.

Salty spray whispers the secrets old

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#NaPoWriMo Day 25: You Wanted Answers? Here They Are.

I sometimes wish I was a better conversationalist.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 24: Is It Folly?

Embracing when it comes calling

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#NaPoWriMo Day 23: Flight.

Home is never just a place to stay

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#NaPoWriMo Day 22: Fluttering Time.

One bound by time, one free.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 21: Dreary Greys.

The colours have all bled out...

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#NaPoWriMo Day 20: The Sun Is Gone.

Hope flickers, a fragile flame

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#NaPoWriMo Day 19: The Haunted/The Hunted.

A younger face, a sharper mind.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 18: Breeze.

Everything I’d want in place, will be

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