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The sunrise always steals  your dreams  and then ... .... lays out all your broken promises    
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Wandering walks Lead to discoveries  Self awareness                              
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Words of a favourite Poem Forgotten Feelings of a favourite Poem Remembered *with a peaceful purpose *                                       
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For your voice to be heard,     you   have to compromise  with the sounds  *you make*                                                 
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When you long for (those) answers Stay silent  Stay still And the answers will come
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The only thing I haven’t lied about  (to you) is how I feel  and how hard I breathe So that sometimes someone,   (somewhere); is always left  broken                 

An A to Z ~ GUIDE TO POETRY AND POETIC TERMINOLOGY Kelly Jensen

https://bookriot.com/poetry-terminology/amp/  AN A TO Z GUIDE TO POETRY AND POETIC TERMINOLOGY A Assonance : The repetition of internal vowel sounds in words which are close together. An example from Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Bells”: “Hear the mellow wedding bells.”  B Ballad : From poetry to music, ballads are among the most diverse forms of poetic writing. It’s simply a poem that tells a story. There are, of course, elements of a piece of work which give them an “official” mark as a ballad. A ballad, according to the poetic definition from 13th century France, has three eight-line stanzas, followed by a four-line envoy (i.e., a short stanza), and often, the last line of the first stanza is repeated at the end of subsequent stanzas and envoys. These ballads also often have a rhyme scheme of ABABBCBC BCBC.  What makes ballads fascinating, though, isn’t the strict adherence to the form. Rather, nearly every culture has its own form of ballad. Often they’re epic poems that exp...
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the quiet voices                   (in my head)         are always  the loudest 
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the truth is  you  still breathe through my boundaries  *loving hurts *                                
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  a fine mist of rain descends with the dawn and I’m all  fingers and thumbs; as time drums  in  a new morn