12/19/20
I've come to realize
That you can't truly start living
Until you accept you will die one day
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True beauty is found in the small things
Stepping outside into the cold
Just to breath out deeply and see your breath
It's opening a window to listen to the rain
It's in all these small things
You take time to notice
That beauty will be seen in its purest form
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
