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indiscriminate kindness
I pity the sky
it’ll never have my view
standing there without a clue
I long for the clouds
they’ll always be blissful
lounging there so unaware
the jet trail blazes pink
then drifts
easing into the background of my favorite canvas
I think I was meant for the sky
I mean, aren’t we all?
we just chose to love and appreciate
different pieces at different times
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...
she’s back and better than ever