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'broken Crayons'

Broken crayons in my bag Still has a purpose It can add color to a dull day Words, you are afraid to say Can be shared without shame These broken crayons still has its worth Just like us as humans We might be a little broken and bruise But we are still important We still have a purpose You can brighten someone's day You can paint another's sky with a myriad of shades Be like those broken crayons in my bag Let your actions be your words ©13102021

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Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 11/30/2021 12:23:00 PM

I paint a red heart with my last wax crayon, lets show those we love that we care, while we still can. Thank you Wilma :)

Harry Horsman

Date: 11/1/2021 7:02:00 AM

Lovely to read your poetry again, Wilma, always a positive message in there. Hope you are well and safe. Harry

Wilma Neels
Date: 11/29/2021 7:40:00 AM

Hey Harry, I am doing well. Hope you are too :)

Constance La France

Date: 10/16/2021 6:24:00 AM

Wilma, wonderful, I really like the message in your poem, I am like a broken crayon but I don't care ~ love and serenity _Constance

Wilma Neels
Date: 10/17/2021 2:37:00 AM

Hey Constance, really good to hear from you.. Broken crayons, still have their worth and so do you :) love and serenity to you too

James Marshall Goff

Date: 10/16/2021 4:19:00 AM

Far-reaching meanings, Wilma, good work!

Wilma Neels
Date: 10/17/2021 2:37:00 AM

Thank you James. Hope you are welln