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No dark corner does my mind look into
Misted thoughts playing havoc no more
Sunlight bleeds through the clouds I peel apart
Making me smile at warmth on my face
No shaded meadow keeps me chilled today
Instead, the grasses slide between my toes
Seeing the figure you make in waist high winds
And knowing, you smile at me from the other side
In the middle we will embrace, and make these flowers whole.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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