It has just been one of those months. One for the books, one that you would add some hot sauce to it and still would not taste good. Yes, even my little bird is ordering, I sit still and let it be. Wondering where the train will land. Smiling. Riding. The train. I am.
mind and spirit
Scars
Scars left behind are a testimony that a wound heals with time.
Scars are a moment of glory, a triumph reminder that only a true warrior possesses.
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The Ripeness Of Vitality
Is as incandescent as live coal
As radiant as a star
As intense as a sunset
As vibrant as a chandelier
Sending prisms like spears
As thrilling as a roller coaster
©Raining In May
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