There is more darkness than light, a natural state of the world is peace.
The life I find myself so overwhelmed by slowly gets smaller and smaller as I get further and further away from it.
And suddenly I am no longer apart of this earth, but miles above it.
That is where I find peace.
Where the specks are simply specks,
And I am simply me.
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A Tired Mother named God.
PoesíaA collection of poems for God, the universe and whoever else is listening.
