Prayers
Someone or something is standing
right next to me what I envisioned my career
of becoming.
One day,
I woke up early from my bed
with bags under my eyes.
It is the beginning of the summer,
and I start to think about how
I am going to write my story
for the rest of my life.
I carry my moments of peace
and joy to the heart of my soul.
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