trails
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Always More to Come
Yesterday I walked the same old trails and I was sad The blossoms I had seen before had faded as though the beginning of Spring was already over I went to bed disheartened The morning met with gloom Again I walked the same old trails Behold! new flowers blossomed over night The blues and pinks Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 