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CrystalHope97
CrystalHope97
25/F/Louisiana
Just look at your life, it is a beautiful thing. You wake up every morning as the blue birds sing and the day is beginning. You may run into problems, but those help you grow. Watch your mind expand rapidly as you embrace life's flow and you let things go. Every mistake is a chance to show who we are. We may explode like comets or shimmer like a star and we'll see how far. You are amazing and incredible no matter how many mistakes. You were not a misfortune, you are a rippling lake to new destinations you'll take. Embrace all the new opportunities you'll have in this life. You may make many mistakes, but you'll be all right, just keep being a light.
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:58 PM UTC
Life is a beautiful thing
rose and sunny blossoms beckon the beauty of spring. baby blue skies whisper winds experiencing what it brings. growing grasses wander into the roots of the lime green land. fields and fields of flying flowers picture this beauty so far and so grand. hills of living loveliness lavish a splendid surprise. exquisite adventures marvel and awaken your eyes.
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
splendid spring
It's over...' it echoed loud and clear. Her mind was racing and her heart frozen in fear. It only lasted a brief second as broken shards sawed her heart in half. Blood gushed from her emotional veins unraveling to an unknown path. Droplets of pain overflowed her eyes as blood blistered and beated to her brain. She knew then for a long time her life and her heart would never be the same.
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
Sawing shards
Be hopeful, all things will come to an end. Somethings may have a new beginning. Some may be dead. In this life, everything is for our good. We may not think that, but we really should. So keep hoping and keep believing. You never know what you might be receiving.
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC
Keep hoping
Wild splashes of beaming Azure brushing back and forth Tottering briskly on granite rocks Enlightening excitement to our eyes Radiance of teal drops sprinkle salt Follicles misting up the atmosphere Activating a rushing rippling of waves Lashing playfully with each other Looping to a sensational surprise
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:48 PM UTC
Waterfall (Acrostic)
Teal waters awakened the seas, refreshing the buds, and polished the breeze. Paradise petals softened the massed, mauve mist. Hazel hues glimmered gold brushing the taupe tips. Morning, glowing dew dusted the flower's arroyo seeds. Spring's scenery whispering jewel gardens bursting bonny beads.
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:43 PM UTC
Spring scenery
S​​​​​​weet sounds of birds singing P​​​​​​ungent perfumes of delightful daisies R​​​​​​ows of grounded, green grasses I​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​mmensely beautiful, bold butterflies N​​​​​​ests nurtured in blooming trees G​​​​​​lowing sunlight shining all with ease
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:41 PM UTC
Spring (Acrostic)
She mustered up the mahogany clouds and the salmon skies. A raving reflection on the limpid lake highlighting the hue in her hazy eyes. Her tiny toes tickled the tide brushing back bursts of the bay. Whirring winds welcomed her hair to the amplified air it stayed. Deep daylight drowns dully into the surrender of the sunset sea. She steps up as she struts on the span, her flat feet, and hovering hair are free.
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Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 6:06 PM UTC
Into the mahogany
Say what you need to say. Write what you need to write. Pray what you need to pray. Fight even when you can't fight. Live when you're scared of living. Love where you need to love. Give when you need to be giving. Hope when it's not enough. Sing every beautiful song. Dance with every beat. Let your body move along, Do all you can, and repeat.
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
Do what's possible
Her hand brushed the rough edges of the tips of taupe timber wood. Burgeoning into barren branches billowing briskly as the stump stood. Brunswick green buds engraved mini mints of mixtures. Painting pages of profound poetry reproducing rings of pretty pictures. Recovering from her inventive imagination, she released her hand and rotated around. Shamrock slips of silvery shades glimmered on the lime lagoon and gentle ground.
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
A wood's words