nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
a fresh idea doesn’t come from the same well as stale ideas
the flower worries not; the sun will always shine eventually
never trust someone selling a star shaped flower as if it’s a star
two vines, intertwined the squash, the morning glory sharing the same fence
in a new notebook the first blank page is open to what’s possible
every storm cloud eventually passes we should remember
the flower opens when it is ready, and not a minute before
the storm cloud has passed but we still check the forecast before heading out
when there is a break in the clouds, some will believe the storm has passed by
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