The pages of this book you hold

Were lit ablaze by highs and lows;

Hills and valleys sculpted through

The higher flame refining you.

You didn't write these words alone;

The pen you grasp is not your own.

You didn't plant the seed that grew

Into this humble book defining you.

Rest in the future and even the past;

Every word counts till you breathe your last.

So tell your story, start to the end,

Even those chapters you can't comprehend.

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♥ Author's Note ♥

I am very excited to present to you my brand new poetry collection ~ At the Edge of the Valley! It's my prayer that, through every word I've written here, you'll find hope and inspiration to keep on walking through this amazing journey of life. Whether you find yourself kneeling in the lowest of valleys or standing on the tallest mountain, there's always purpose and meaning in where you are ~ even here, even now.

As you read, don't forget to...

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