Saturday, December 18, 2021

Poem I wrote

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TRANSMUTAION


What good to me are my bad memories? 


I use all my ever-increasing alchemical skills


To turn the lead of sorrow and disappointment


Into the gold of lessons and learning experiences


A treasure I can then share with others

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