Thu, 05/15/2014 - 17:12 -- Hsmith

There are meadows we all will see , my friend

There are meadows we all will see.

There are flowers sprung up amid the sidewalk cracks

There are seashells in the sea.

Your time is yet to rise up

Your happiness in fetal rest.

Before any kisses grace your lips,  there are tests

You must first climb

on your own baggage

A broken little mind


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