As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it's dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry after a thousand years i'm ready, ignite the nest. i'll be rising from these flames.
Smith Shine Poetry 
Wonderful, deep thoughts!
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Thank you my friend,
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Nice blog 💞
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Thank you. i hope youre well
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I love this one!! 🙂
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