The time is near
When the trees are green again
The birds will comeback to the garden
The flowers will grow and the butterflies will return for their nectar...
Winter will be gone and life will be back to all...
Same with my heart. I will leave father winter behind and never look back. I will dance in joy and let life go on. I will be free of the darkness and like the phoenix bird I will reinvent myself from the ashes.
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Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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