I grasp onto every little promise I made searching for the right words to say.
I would keep my head in the clouds and not want to hear a sound.
I feel miracles flying between the winds as the lavender sky rises in a night so dim.
I feel like a hero, just holding and holding onto courageous memories that will never fade, keeping me the same.
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“Joyful Heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love.”
By contemplation, the soul draws directly from being locked in pain.
Suffering is nothing by itself.
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I tremble in agony as I walk on Autumn’s leaves.
I touch the sound of it crumbling on the ground.
October, being its very own, passes by me without being known.
As I stand near the edge, I’m thinking of rolling down these hills.
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