Strangers have a lot to say
Unkind words thrown straight at me
I felt them fly I felt them fall
Right at my feet and there they lay
I just stood calm and let them come
Surveyed the crumbs across my way
I decided there and then
And one by one
To carefully collect them all
From those words thrown at my face
I weaved myself a crown of
Grace.
Poems and Petals 
Once they’re strangers, I really doesn’t matter what they think or say…
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This is true x
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Wow this is so good. You are graceful always in all situations I feel 🙏🏼🦋💜
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Thank you 😊 not always graceful, but work in progress!
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I think you are. You should see yourself through my eyes. I hope you are doing well. I’ve been thinking of you 🙏🏼🦋💜
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Thank you for such a cheering poem. Much appreciated, Vonita.
I wonder why stanger’s words can sometimes affect us. They have rarely affected me since I was about 40, but still — sometimes they do.
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Thank you Paul for your kind words, all the best to you 😊
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Grace is everything. thabks for blessing us with this poem
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You are very kind, thank you 😊
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your welcome Vonita.
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