the perfect number

taking that first deep breath of morning
however this day has arranged events for the light
existing to be there for those who are there for me
put yourself in the shoes of
everyone who has suffered so much more than you
rising to a higher level of empathy like the
fire circle coming up over the horizon
evening out the balance of
concentration or observance inside your mind
that the ambition brought home as if reunited friends
none of these moments made me forget to remember that
unless you love yourself you will not find someone to love you
magic in your life has to exist in yourself first
believe and have faith and you may be suprised
exits can always be entrances also
remain the strongest branch on the tree
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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