For a Beautiful Tomorrow
Diffused in haze, pristinely breezed
dances springtime amidst the blooms.
Misted rainbow on lingered frost
caress of a promised hope.
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Wishing everyone a lovely weekend and a safe today for a beautiful tomorrow.
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Diffused in haze, pristinely breezed
dances springtime amidst the blooms.
Misted rainbow on lingered frost
caress of a promised hope.
β
Wishing everyone a lovely weekend and a safe today for a beautiful tomorrow.
π·
Written by an Anonymous Author | Contributed by Madueke PaschalΒ
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By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
In this moment,
I can see You.
I can feel You.
You are in my deepening breath.
You are the pause between my thoughts.
You are the beat in my heart.
You are the warmth in my touch.
You are the whispers that call my name.
ByΒ Terin Marlae BenaventeΒ | Featured Contributor
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