What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.
...As young as I was, I felt older back then;
more disciplined, stronger and certain.
I was saved by grace but destroyed by naivety
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