Creations to move nations, to touch all constellations, why all this procrastination. For me the old was cold, truth be told, silly feeling I could say. The fire burned and I still yearned, the cold taking nothing to slay and brighten our day. Zealous for the way the world has its way to pursue one to write love in an essay. No regrets I wish to wander no longer, only to be stronger. For which I have been blessed with this mess. This mistaken, forsaken to have for the taken. I thank you Lord for my record's. I love to pray each and every day, to help me on my way to newer days.
Michelle Pullin 2018
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