For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
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got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
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The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
