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I believe in the good things coming. Although my leaves are changing color, I know you will gladly adventure through the forest. Winter will bring me a blanket And when spring comes I will flower Until summer kisses me with warmth. The sky may be darkened But the universe paints a picture in our sky With the light shed in day dreams. The moon cast a shadow over my shoulder. Darkness doesn't know that I am smiling. I believe in the good things coming Because I've never believed in anything Until I saw the ghost of my happiness Resurrect from the space between my biggest fears And my ability to smile I fell asleep while writing this But I dreamed for the first time in awhile. My dream was outlandish, I didn't remember a lot of it But I was never afraid. I believe in the good things coming My blankets are full of dust But when I shake them out I sprinkle fairy tales onto  the earth. A tree sprouts and grows its limb Tall and wide, so it can hug the sky And give thanks to the sun For never letting him know hunger. Your plate is full, But that does not mean you have to eat off of ***** dishes. Prepare a meal, Set the table, Dig in.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
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I believe in the good things coming. Although my leaves are changing color, I know you will gladly adventure through the forest. Winter will bring me a blanket And when spring comes I will flower Until summer kisses me with warmth. The sky may be darkened But the universe paints a picture in our sky With the light shed in day dreams. The moon cast a shadow over my shoulder. Darkness doesn't know that I am smiling. I believe in the good things coming Because I've never believed in anything Until I saw the ghost of my happiness Resurrect from the space between my biggest fears And my ability to smile I fell asleep while writing this But I dreamed for the first time in awhile. My dream was outlandish, I didn't remember a lot of it But I was never afraid. I believe in the good things coming My blankets are full of dust But when I shake them out I sprinkle fairy tales onto  the earth. A tree sprouts and grows its limb Tall and wide, so it can hug the sky And give thanks to the sun For never letting him know hunger. Your plate is full, But that does not mean you have to eat off of ***** dishes. Prepare a meal, Set the table, Dig in.
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marcusneeley
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
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