The earth laughs in flowers.

then the world just stops and then everyone starts dancing,
as they tell you about their symphonies and the poetry they've made
as they guide you through their galleries of all the wonders they create.

Growing Out of Fashion Like An Old Song

Why do I have to be the middle person, the diplomat, the pacifier, the one who is considerate and gives way all the time?

Even the strongest person needs a break from holding the fort, and a good cry sometimes.

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