Every bloom
grows under the moon
I have a walk
You have a walk
We all have a different walk
We all have our dance
want the chance
We all have a gift
gifts set differences adrift
the smiles, the lessons, the laughter
it’s pure nature hereafter
It’s always nature
Believe it or not these words were inspired by a man who happens to call the streets his home. Oh, and all who inspire me. I show up to teach them but wow they teach me. Bless you all. Oh, and thank you readers.
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