I never accepted the sunrise because each heave...
would only burden me with flashbacks of light...

Even at a tender young age,
she blossoms beautifully...

A single stroke and her frailties are forgotten,
brushed into a peaceful pool of imperfection...

Instead of uttering a phrase
that promises better time...

Softhearted,
her tears travel...

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Bright thoughts have impact...

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The sublime breath of afternoon's mountain...

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In the midst of laying down...

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Success of solidifying a soul...

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