Monday, May 21, 2018

My Dear

You are tired, worn down, burnt out, my dear
You've been sad for quite a while

You've held too much, too long, my dear
It's really not your style

You can let go the blocks you hold , my dear
Let return your smile

For every foot you step, my dear
The Universe steps a mile

~May 19, 2018

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