Invisible is the new bud yearning to burst from a branch yet formed.

Within time, and circumstances, splitting green skin will yield a pink rose.

Promises of dreams to come,

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The woman behind Wolff Poetry. A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart. Reservoir for Wolff Poetry and mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one's mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

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