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Mar 2021
Like some forests we generate our own rain, our own pain and sadness, but surely everything is in need of watering.

So be sad if you must, let these clouds gather, let them darken your days, let the drops fall, as it pours rivers shall form upon your face.

Be sad if you must, let these tears be of nourishment, for your mind, your body and soul, and over time these little seeds within you will be watered and start to grow.

Inside you all sorts of positivity will bloom, similar to flowers, to trees, to shrubs, and there you will lie within the garden of gardens, with peace and love.
Written by
Kawa  31/M/Sweden
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