Breath blooms a puddle
This wet road has a story
The rains of midnight
Monday morning fog
Wet road, heavy legs, old shoes
Yet still the day blooms
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I can only imagine what stories the roads can hold. I really like that our day can still bloom even if it’s dreary and we are in unfortunate circumstances.
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I love a good sunrise no matter circumstance…I suppose it is just called being grateful. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
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