stand a little taller,
see the paths clearer,
and walk your way.
Smile...
for you are still breathing.
Breath...
for you are a blessing.
Listen...
for life is to be cherished.
and Cherish...
for life is a bliss.
Only if you think it so.
Photo:Freepix Sometimes the thought doesn’t run— it waits. It stands just outside the noise, patient in a way that feels like silence, aski...
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