Breezy is the morning,
yet,
you still cry.
The birds sing and our eyes see,
yet,
you still forget who loves thee.
How large can you open up your eyes?
How much has your brain processed so far?
Raise your hand,
move your feet,
your alive… why, because of?
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Author:
Niko Papadatos (
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Comments1
Be grateful for what one has I get from this. Whether religious and giving thanks to God or not and just gratitude expressed for what one has and focusing on the positive not negative it is a good message.
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