A Trickle Of Thoughts - 87 Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin

A Trickle Of Thoughts - 87

Do not try
To mold me,
Shape me,
And trim my edges
Like a clay.

I have a heart,
Mind and soul!
They shape
My own
Individuality.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin

Rose Marie Juan-austin

Laoag City, Philippines
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