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March Poem & Statement Piece
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Beneath the hawthorn, soft and low. The little fair folk hide
Not cobblers only, but fallen wings
With emerald light inside.
They guard old coins from Viking ships.
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Gold lost to wind and foam: They tuck them deep in mossy roots
And call the forest home.
Catch one close, he'll grant three dreams.
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Bright wishes tipped in gold: But blink, and coins turn into leaves
That slip from what you hold.
Still we love their shining trick, That flash, that fleeting gleam;
Like jade and gold around your neck,
Half treasure, half a dream.
February Poem & Statement Piece
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She is the ocean, deep where light surrenders, mysterious enough to frighten men who need
calm to love.
She shifts
She storms.
She pulls me under without apology.
And still, I go.
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Because even in her turbulence, there is brilliance
a blue that calls to something ancient in me, a beauty that does not ask permission.
I know the ocean takes. I know it drowns the careless. But I have felt what she hides below...
gold buried in silence, treasure earned only by those brave enough to dive past fear.
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I am not trying to tame her.
I am trying to reach her depths
Some love is not safe
Some love is worth it
