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Sometimes we Go through things

Forgetting that we can Grow through them.

Forgetting that we are all flowers

Wild Flowers, sunflowers, Gardens of Roses

Blooming and Growing in our own ways

Internally Flowing, Glowing and Shinning 

Like Gems freshly out of the Refinery 

Molded and Uniquely put Together 

Bursting with Emotions, Feelings and thoughts 

Like the stars at night in which they illuminate within us

Each with their own sound and Tune

Living for the moment and praying on better tomorrow’s too