I touched a rock and it was smoothe,
I saw water falling so I knew,
To change it from the rock it was,
It needed some help from above.
Above was the water only,
Falling ever so slowly.
I wonder if the rock could understand,
What it is was never really planned
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I will post here a poetic journal of my thoughts and my existence. I will seek to speak/write freely on the biggest things weighing on my mind. I believe in the power of people and the God we create in ourselves when we carry love and understanding inside us.
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