It was synchronicity etched with aromatic flavor,
embellished with the fire burning that railed against
the tides.
Draped in the finest wear but remised by the candor of
dense history of the tragic comedy of errors.
soft on the palate, as one dives into the direction of
French etiquette.
Subliminal like the branches in the forest, shielding
most of the air that dissipates like the warmth
of the sun that flows in the field healing.
As fire rage in the mellow, the power of releasing
edges on as one celebrates and breaks the cycle
of toxicity.
Led by the mahogany spiritual anthem with allowing
fear to lose its armor and dismantling the uncanny
unsolicitous merits that fear is built on.
When a gift is warranted by the divine, there’s nothing
that can hold it back; there’s always be barriers, distractors
to test your worth, merit, and tenacity, but it’s up to you
to lean in and engage, allow grit, perseverance, dedication, and passion.
Like dandelions that swing with armor and confidence,
the flames are rising as one deepen their foundation
on what they are firmly and destined to be.
The euphoria that melts on the skin of a dewy summer morning,
that enthralls the desperate and destitute, but one can only muster
the great equalizer of expression.
Falling in love again always feels great and enticing because that’s the
feeling when you are embarking on something refreshing and new. The butterfly the sensation may go before you, but the direction gives you the responsibility to leap, just like not knowing if your decision will make a mark on not.
Tomorrow can only bring new promises, and it’s only up to you to leave your legacy for centuries.
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