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indiscriminate kindness
Little pieces of me
scattered on a page
An open book
A made you look
These are just my every days
A tired wake up
A soft good morning
I cannot wait to sleep til noon
But that means I'll miss our sunrise
And that, I just cannot do
So I'll be up with this soft light
And if you give me time-
I'll leap out of the covers
To watch the clouds and colors climb.
Is it luck or a curse? That we can see the most beauty only from movement a walk a run a bike ride a car with the windows down. Maybe, if...
yearning for winter wishing for a life by the mountain and lots of laughing feels like Heaven, doesn’t it? so maybe I’ll find it and stay...
she has green valleys deep and wide old rocks by her side, tumbling down, her mountain passes; steep and unforgiving but when you see the...
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