Edward Escobar: With the sincerest appreciation in regard to the other writers on FanStory that found my poems a welcomed touch. |
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Edward Escobar: I enjoy more someone having read than me written when the dessert of appreciation becomes my happiest moment. Sincerest. |
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Edward Escobar: A blackbird landed on my lap, its dark eyes staring as if with a momentary purpose. I saw a magical rainbow aboard those massive wings thereafter taking flight, and I left with a vision. |
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Edward Escobar: If a gift is within the reach of your heart, don't let it escape, it might be the smile your can always treasure. |
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Edward Escobar: As some bring a hope before tomorrow's arrival, they will find planted flowers at their feet, honoring their true hearts and a friendship blossoming. |
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Edward Escobar: The giver of words often recites within a grieving heart, that flows out with the deepest of agony and a willed smile. Just to reach someone in need of one, as myself too often to fill a page. |
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Edward Escobar: funny how revelation comes with a slap on the forehead and a smile afterwards. When one reviews their own poem repeatedly and find it perfect as I did, that comes with a quick laugh upon someone else pointing these few flaws. Revision that comes with a pat on the shoulder. |
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Edward Escobar: if my eyes were to fall asleep forever, at least my tomorrows were met today. |
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Edward Escobar: how wonderful it feels to write a verse that can come in any form, so long as it entertains the heart of one or many, so long as it delivers. |
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Edward Escobar: What should have been, either or when the moment was very much alive and now gone to the expectation of another that will never ring like the first. |
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Edward Escobar: Sharing with another is like having an invited guest over for dinner, music and conversation being the host of this gathering. Everyone leaves happy. |
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Edward Escobar: I doubt one should ever be bound with thy own self, otherwise how can one ever find a much deeper love elsewhere, when the one you already know lives within one self. Thereafter can there only be one love story and if so then one must erase the rainbow that simulates love in a special way. |
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Man has room in their hearts for all, mate, mother, father, child, neighbor, and all they hold dear, but without self love, how would we even know what love was.. Just a thought. - | ||
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Edward Escobar: There is nothing more uplifting to the joy another writer delivers to the heart of other seeking to please and be pleased. |
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Edward Escobar: No matter what, I will always reach out to the other, out of compassion towards a human in need of consolation. |
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Edward Escobar: Although I often don't catch the ball at first, but in time these hands will soon match equally upon the arrival of the ball coming towards me. So, for now I am okay being at first base. |
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