Not necessarily the sunrise |
Fill your heart with all the fresh creativity this new morning brings. Everywhere...
"You take the pen, and the lines dance.
You take the flute and the notes shimmer.
You take the brush, and the colors sing.
So all things have meaning
and beauty in that space
beyond time where you are.
How, then,
can I hold back anything from you?"
You take the flute and the notes shimmer.
You take the brush, and the colors sing.
So all things have meaning
and beauty in that space
beyond time where you are.
How, then,
can I hold back anything from you?"
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