We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Freedom from the storms..
Drinking their speed into emptiness
And there was a black hole in my mind
Thinking of days past away in time
Sipping in the light of darkness
That thanks would be watery
Perhaps with tears salt and
Live seals happy happy
So that life sings
The harp.
The way to heaven
Is also
a
Progress out of hell
And courage
Matters.
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