This joy that I have,
the world can’t take it away
It belongs to God.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
Isaiah 55:12a
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Nothin’ New
You know, brain swamping?
When you’re open to ideas,
just not nothin’ new.
Like many a porch,
but with something so much more.
Christmas and roses.
On the sleeping grass
the biting wind meets the leaves.
Tomorrow? Same thing.
“Blowing Leaves” by alexabboud is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
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