Everyday begins with a turn or a twist of some sort.
As we travel a life over troubled waters.
We fall in deep, before we can calm the soul.
Weathering the cold of a deep turbulent matter.
before we can resurface to the top, for fresh breathe
that was once gaping for air.
We have to see the muck of what lies beneath.
Before we can see the beauty that’s set in front of us.
So that we may treasure just how precious we all are.
Blessings Live because we are precious views, that need to be seen ~Leah
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©5/6/12 Leah.J.Lynn
