And it's intimidating because then every sound gets amplified and the bark of the trees seek, speak and limit your routine relight your candle and awaken unto love's kiss embracing the day as mourner lights and stirs the soul the direction taken ought not be left to chance or happenstance and circumstance rather molded in purpose progression forward increasing in strength as new life gets breathed in to revive the dreams those thoughts that are losing grace places that within deemed lost and without a trace
Erica Jean
@HeyItsErica · 0:32
Thank you, Becky, for this poem. Very beautiful. Very timely. The words was just your word choice was very beautiful and it's very inspiring. So thank you so much. And of course, we all enjoy your words as well. And swell has been very great for many of us, bringing us all together. So, once again, thank you and such beautiful words of encouragement