Those tears drop as they hit the floor,
Crystallized into a blinding light.
Those worn-out smiles of a soul,
Appeared like the autumn season.
Those exhausted muscles and veins,
Filled only with desolate thoughts.
Picking up those little pebbles of hope is harder than pushing your bones.
So, how about;
Take a little breather while sipping a cup of coffee,
Dispelling those cloudy thoughts and dejected notions.
May a new sky and sun embrace thee,
In motion, with a sparkling joy and warmth.
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