Choosing Life and Operating Happiness
Sunday morning,
It is raining outside,
And inside I feel swell.
There is no warning,
My tears have dried,
I am ready to come out my shell.
I am done mourning,
I take my stride,
No more living hell.
Sunday morning,
My knowledge I applied,
It is turning out well.
Best wishes!
Keep shining
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Rain washes away the dust and grime and leaves a freshness hanging in the air that spells hope. I am grateful for showers. A lovely write.
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