I'm not resting them on the bushes, I guarantee. I'm not greedy of stalks of pink and I do not like to feel the thorns that scrape the throat. But it's like right now my eyes could see only brambles, and winter cold. I have a feeling of wonderful around me, to see lawns and soft on which to run and laugh and feel all the love. I feel these images slide to the side, behind, above and in front of me, but still my eyes are tired and gaunt look at the view that populates my horizon.
When I wake up from slumber and see the reality that my life is jump, rejoice, sing and speak alone or with others, and feel the contentment fill my cheeks. I resume
forces, then jump back into the arms of my life ...
Even a moment's patience, even a sigh, a moment longer, still hope to choke, one more person to be transformed. And then I will be free.
Promised
xoxo
Mari
When I wake up from slumber and see the reality that my life is jump, rejoice, sing and speak alone or with others, and feel the contentment fill my cheeks. I resume
forces, then jump back into the arms of my life ...
Even a moment's patience, even a sigh, a moment longer, still hope to choke, one more person to be transformed. And then I will be free.
Promised
xoxo
Mari
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