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In the twilight of possibility…where dreams linger and whispers of sanguine dance…
She stood at the precipice of her aspirations, heart alight with the embers of possibility…
The world, a tapestry of gleaming opportunities, unfolded before her eager eyes…
With every breath, she drank the elixir of ambition, intoxicated by the sweet nectar of potential…
Her spirit, resolute and determined, refused to yield to the shadows of doubt…
She dared to chase the evanescent, to embrace the tantalizing unknown…
In the serpentine hallways of uncertainties, she found solace in the pursuit of her dreams…
With each step, the melody of her heart crescendoed, a consonance of resounding hope…
Through the corridors of fear, she forged a path bathed in the luminous glow of possibility…
And as she wove her tapestry of aspirations, she discovered the rare and beautiful essence of courage…
For in the dominion of dreams, hope thrived, flourishing like an ephemeral bloom…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 
I love this poem. I have read it several times and listened to you reading it. Your use of unusual words always astounds me, and I often wonder where they come from. I find myself using Google or Bing to define words and then understand your poetry more.
Never stop being you.
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Thank you so much! It makes me happy you like this one. 😁 Where do they come from? Mostly from books, and sometimes they just pop into my head, like they belong together.
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