Summer begins, soft and colorful, Time resembles flowing light, The south wind slowly gathers blossoms in its arms. In the midst of night, flowers bloom all around, Fragrance permeates the air The morning after, sweep the fallen petals.      

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  1. Jen:
    Dec 21, 2011 at 07:38 AM

    Makes sense! I need to be more aware of my motivation. Great has got me thinking.

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