May the garden of your heart be in perpetual bloom!
the azaleas bloomed then blew away, the lovely pear blooms did not stay so brief is our bloom gone tomorrow before we are fully aware of the beauty we carry, the spring in our hearts the bloom in our cheeks rose petals softly fall at our feet, covered with soil, buried again to be nourished in the deep, rising in glory, the cycle of blooms
This is a lament for those restless, sleepless nights of anxious thoughts and ruminations.
My thoughts are swimming laps in my head, back and forth as I lay in bed. Sleep is hovering just out of reach, back and forth like waves on a beach. Oceans of worries roll in like a tide, back and forth, eyes open wide. No lullaby, no gentle song, my thoughts keep me awake all night long.
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