A Poem, of Spring.
It gives me courage to live, to inhale —
Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it life?1
I take a deep breath finding my feet exactly where I need them to be. Even the dark clouds of spring come with hope. A seed.
Looking up to the sky, there are no answers to be found beneath me. No riddles to solve.
Freshly born Spring, I open myself up to endless possibilities. Imitating nature.
A strong sense of ownership is in the air. Opportunity and abundance. This is My life.
How can I add to the beauty that is around me? Does this abundance come from within?
Growing life. Growing Pains.
Lead me through the dry desert to arrive to some miraculous land with an open mind.
When the bad storms come, shortly after new life follows.
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Freshly born Spring,
Because of you I know what it is to see beauty be born out of nothing, Empty hands. Finding purpose.
I can now breathe. Dark clouds of Spring, I know you come to give everything new life.
Looking up to the sky, there are no answers to be found beneath me.
A Poem, on Spring.
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