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face to sun o’re mountain peaks
steady
through valleys deep
ebb and flow
rush and slow
highest highs
lowest lows
regress
evolve
wilt
grow
joy through pain
drift then row
dangling in threads of death
resurrected
ere final breath
light
dark
give and take
bend
don’t
break
yin and yang
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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