Monday, February 4, 2013

Transform

I do it because its beautiful. It's more freeing then to not. I don't fight it because it about flight. I do it to cherish life. The strife isn't a piece of the product only the production. The sunrises and I sing. As it sets I reflect. May my heart ache in moments and flood with love for hours. This is my breath of life. Freedom to
speak live love and heal. Evolution of a women and mother. Guided by the light which feels me each day. Follies are secondary to it all.

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