A Spring breeze blows
Through my balcony door
God, in his calm way
Reminds me that
Sulking gains nothing
I find a wispy attitude
Hiding in my younger self
Pull her forward
And thank her for existing
The sun will rise
Tomorrow
With its face painted
On perfectly
Will I see her shining?
A Cornered Gurl 
So beautiful…..❤️
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Hey, thank you. 😊
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😊
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beautiful post Tre, I love that idea of reaching in and pulling up the younger self ❤ and you've done splendidly on this one, touched the soul ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Kim. I’m glad you like it. 💙
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Really like the idea of making peace with our younger selves and very powerful visual of that young woman and her growth from the early first grief. A beautiful homage to an emotion most of us have experienced. You nailed it. And the sun will rise tomorrow. Beautiful work.
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Thank you, lady. 🙂
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So uplifting. ♥
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💙
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Beautiful…
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Thank you!
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“the sun will rise tomorrow” thanks for this.
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You’re most welcome, lady. I needed it when I wrote it too. 😊
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Haha.❤️
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😉
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