I can be a barefoot walk on the beach, on a warm summer evening at sunset. I could be your hero, but I am not. You are your hero...find it within. I find humor in the habits of strangers, or friends I have yet to meet. I can be found in nature, a breath of life on every corner, smiling at the birds and freshness of flowers. I love the sound of my own voice, yet lately others sound amazing. Listening is becoming a spiritual experience.
I am human...hear me whisper, shout, giggle, and cry. Hear my words, they are simpler than before. Why say more?
I am human...hear me whisper, shout, giggle, and cry. Hear my words, they are simpler than before. Why say more?
3 comments:
pretty!
Very nice, Michelle. You remind me of the poetry of James Kavanaugh.
beautiful. thanks for stopping by my blog-enjoyed reading your space!
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