The magic within
Can lie dormant for lifetimes
But it will not wane
There is gold in every piece of your story ✨
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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
This was very uplifting and reassuring! Beautiful Haiku!
Excellent inspiration in so few words
Truer words were never spoken. I am so glad yours is awake, it is showing. Keep spinning those magical stories. Such a great Haiku. Bravo!
Nice work Joelle! A great message! 😊👏
Beautiful, inspirational, and impactful! :)
This is one I so wish I had written ✨❤️✨ Wise and beautiful! ✨❤️✨
L O V E !!!! Just gotta tap in✨💫✨
I love this, Joelle!! Feels like it should have a whole novel to go with it!! 😍
will it "wax on" & "wax off"? Because I was in a packed theater once watching "The Karate Kid" where the moment he flew into his crane kick to win the tournament a young lady in the front row gave out a holler & began dancing in the aisles.
For her, the magic would never wane.
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