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Blanketed in moist and heavy air,Lush leaves cannot lift, cannot stir.They breathe, though hushed.I too breathe, though hushed.Soot-gray clouds hang l..
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Live your dream and leaveGrace, to stir butterfly wingsFor eternity.
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How amazing we have all become...We are all warriors!
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While we stay inside,Green shoots grow and wait for us,To return to play.
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In the storm's harsh wake,Sweet hibiscus raised its head,To savor the sun.
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Living is enough.We mark our precious moments,Like some count their gold.
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A limbo of waiting...
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Take photosOf beauty that exists,Despite worldly ills and evils.Preserve the imageOf what is,Of what was given.The beams from a lighthouse, reach outT..
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Tiny circle,Center,Living in us all,Outlined in hopes and dreams,Called by infinite namesKnown well, by each keeper.Tiny circle,Now shotthrough with a..
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Nerves, like heavy bones,Can bear the shocks no longer.Hide, buried in defense.Dormant bones hide from vultures,In a feeding frenzy.Too much meat alre..
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