It comes when it is ready to come.
It chooses, I have no say.
I just feel and write what the feelings translate to.
A miraculous marvel.
A beauty of life I’m so, so thankful for.

It comes when it is ready to come.
It chooses, I have no say.
I just feel and write what the feelings translate to.
A miraculous marvel.
A beauty of life I’m so, so thankful for.
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Beautiful. Gratitude. 💚
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Thank you, Bernice.❤️Gratitude, indeed. For all the beautiful gifts of life. xx
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