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Poetic Joy

The standard of success in life isn’t the things.

It isn’t the money or the stuff.

It is absolutely the amount of joy that you feel.




I am the resplendent shine of a flower,
Fiery in crimson joy upon the soil,
Scintillating, an ember in cyan,
I, never, fade in your world. 19 more words


Street Life

To-Do-List: Morning Sex, Hugs, Shadow Watching,
Smiling, Sunbathing, Roofclimbing, Jumping for Joy, Walking the Dog,
Riding My Bike and Vespa, Feeling the Wind in My Hair, Reading Poetry, 17 more words


A Gift

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
That’s why we call it “the present”.