Hold steady onto thy path and light held upon thus beauty of which thy future may contain, thus one knows of words that lay with elegance upon thy pure white heart that beats with the rhythm of red. To thine own self hath been said, with inspiration of life and planed out sight, although none shall know to thine held Aspirations hidden deep within thy beating heart yet surfaces for one moments pass.
Life holds much interest and expectations, with colors of beauty and happiness to colors of sadness thus grief like skies. From the soft white wash painted heavens in colors of many sunlight rays to that of greyed clouds struck with watery pain. Life holds much surprise and wonder for thine, yet even with sunlight there must be darkness, for in the end night follows day - but even in darkness light hath thy way. The moon shines and glows with a fierce intent, so the sun provides light on those in the day, and one might think that secrets hide in the dark? Yet, truth be told - that even the Moon that watches the night sheds light on the dark secrets that hide.
Therefore, all that hath been said thus must know - Thy heart may hide thus secrets from mind, but they mind hides no secret from thy heart. For both shed light upon one self, so life may seem thus planned and sought, and when times feel troubling and thoughts take sprout. Remember the words and the plans throughout, for riddles may play and confuse thy way. But hold onto thy good and pure Aspiration and the freeing feel of light and flight. For indeed thy thoughts of planned intent, in good and gold and soul not spent, goals hold truth and pure intent.
So remember - To Thine Held Aspirations hold much in translation
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CREDIT NOTES:
I dedicate this Piece and word Aspirations to my lovely and creative Friend
- JadeThank you so much for participating ☺
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