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Thursday, November 30, 2017

True peace awaits

those that let go of anger

A sea of trouble is overcome with love

We have the power

to accept what is

and let the rest go

Clouds serve the tempest

like dreams we try to grasp

only to have them float away

Moments captured

will one day fade

When we become the tools of our machines

we've gone too far

Solitude will cure the soul

often it's just the medicine we need