Grass is kind enough to bed the flowers
Clouds are kind enough to bed the sky
Stones are kind enough to bed streams
Your feet are kind enough to bed your weight
With these things in mind, I promise you
You are kind enough to bed your own self worth
Never forget your own heart
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•Mind on Paper•
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
