Words without actions are the assassins of idealism. - Herbert Hoover

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE


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I wake upon this beautiful day, I smell the fresh air of the early morning. The sun glazing over the stillness off the ocean and the sky, filled with colours beyond words, gliding birds sweeping over the sky, hunting for their morning blessings to survive. The silence remains with the beat of the hart,in this glorious morning. I awake in a new life. I have been reborn in this world. Thank you!



© Derek
2005-03-15

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