None can prepare
For journey’s ill circumstance
Surrounded by many such dangers
Still alone
Still struggling
Never still
Today’s rain ceased
It’s essence
It’s transforming force
Inescapable
On water
In water
Becoming water
Clouds cry out quietly as they break
Like floating turtles
Parting ways
A welcomed force rears up
Its energy radiant away from ninety-three million miles
Frees the once oppressive transformation
And, with its goodness
Becomes the new oppressor
Bring it.
(Stay strong, be good, be ready)
This photo is like an amazing oil painting!
Poem is also fantastic as usual 🙂
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Thanks so much Kat…made that piece during a dark spell…but the light always seems to come around
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I could tell it was dark. But I truly loved it and truly love your upwards outlook.
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