Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 24


Though storm cloud billows dark and life’s cup seems

too brimming full to bear without a spill,

a simple geste, a word, its pain redeems.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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