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And take my hand and let us go, Beyond the land of the mulberry tree- Silently, contently, not too fast, not too slow. At our backs the nightingales follow,
You're encompassed by fresh air in the midst of pine trees or atop a hill right under newly darkened skies as you look over city lights or even standing on the wet sand as the ocean pulls away from you.
Blue for tears the sadness hidden inside. Green just as emeralds vibrant alive. Gray dark clouds preventing one to enter her soul.
A child lay still on the hard ground with no chance of life Click A girl lay with a possible bruised and battered because of human trafficking Click There’s one less life on earth because of suicide Click
The first time I admitted it was over text I knew I was about to make my life a mess "It gets better" was the chant I held on to the only way I could face that girl in school