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I was running
And: heaven
As I reached the
Top of the hill
Warm light shone
Through the branches
And I
Was emboldened
By Nature's beauty.
I was running
And I fell
I grazed the
Right side of my body,
I am alone as I heal.
I was running
And I couldn't
Stop.
I hurt my friends
And myself
But now I want
To make my self
anew.
So I will keep running,
Moving, changing,
Evolving, Growing,
Full of Morning sun,
Kindness, Autumn colours,
Thin wide-awake air,
And wisdom.
Do things right, my love.
Other people are not
So kind
Remember that
They have foundations
Built on self-preservation-
How they present themselves
IS FALSE.
Stay true to
Your virtues
There is no need
To be jealous
Anymore.
L
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T
GO.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
