Michaelpoetry Ryan Biography

The little turtle swam at night in a dark and angry sea.

He was cold and he was tired; there were places he'd rather be.
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Close your eyes and take a breath. Put your mind at ease.
Rest assured the world will give you everything you need.
When it seems the road is steep and life brings you to your knees,
feel the grass under your feet and listen to the trees.
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Since I was a little boy, I wondered if this world
would bring me grief or bring me joy, would bring that special girl
who'd steal my heart and make me smile to think about her face.
And when I started to walk those miles, it seemed a better place
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I saw a couple kissing in the street; my heart did long for thee;
I heard a song we loved so much, a simple melody
I felt a raindropp on my cheek, no softer than your kiss.
I tasted candyfloss so sweet; light and pink as lover's lips.
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His hair was tangled, his clothes a mess;
his life was unfolding nonetheless.
His face was weathered, unshaven and tired,
but in his eyes, there burned a fire
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