Whilst the weak heart yearns,
the brave soul dares.
And hope beams,
as whirlwind magic begins.
Whilst surprises of a brand new day are awaiting,
aurora is peeping.
And fragments of stormy nights rush to fade,
as the sun gracefully appears humbling itself to faith.
Whilst gray clouds move,
the blue firmament alights;
Paving way for the mightiest eagle to fly
high above the pinky sky.
Hope is love in disguised.
Recommended Song:
Got To Believe in Magic
by David Pomeranz

There’s nothing more beautiful Ms. Balagtas, I for one know as am truly blessed. 🙂
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= )) ditto
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😊😙
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; p
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Beautiful, simply beautiful. Kudos, Aina!
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You, Mr. Flanagan, is beautiful, simply so beautiful! Xoxo
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Hugsssss
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Xoxo = )
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👍
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🙏
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