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Inspiration is found in many places.Even me,Just one person,Can see it in multiple ways,In multiple places.
They shed their blood, sweat, and tears. Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears. People who have made something from little nothings That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.
When I grew up,I knew what people meant whenthey said the sun bloomed hotterin the mountains. When I grew up,the air slid between my teethin a new way, that dry Colorado wind
call me out of the shadows i call home call me out of this place that stripped me to the bone call me out of the burning fire of life call me away from the blade of a knife
As tall as the clouds to you, yet are small as a pencil to the world. Smooth to the thought, yet rough to the touch. As Strong as a mountain to man, yet as weak as flower to nature. Shelters, yet destories.
It is amazing How one thing Can trigger multiple Memories A scent A place A song A person An object AAnd what happens To those memories When we get older
I am a wanderer I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
Here I come,
It was a peaceful little town, said the tall grass fields. Always full of life, said the pear trees. People would stop by to say hi, said the stone steps.
I am from reading the wondrous books in the world, the brilliant authors who write them and bring them to the curious world, like magic. Where the books are so strong and so powerful, they can control my feelings.