Mist stormed and became the force of a new beginning. Yes the air has cleared inside my lungs. The fog has cleasend my eyes.

From the rolling hills I see a man walk with his mat to seek water and shelter under the tree in my yard. Despite unbelief he has been alive.

I proclaim now the essence of true love. In the tiny fingers of a new born baby, the vows of young honest love, the aged couple nearing peaceful sleep. In saving Human kind.

Slowly we uphold the virtues of a picky holy ghost. To transform into the chillests kids on the block. My tongue will be on fire; to speak clearly without judging. To move forward and without Reckless intention.

I will not promise. Or hide the sleeve on which my heart resides.

In the beginning of a new year, my mind became still. Like a desert after a storm. The rain touching all corners of the earth. Queit, simply rested. The countdown took downhill all that had to be left behind.

And so I rise. Like a permanent rainbow over Entebbe, like the daughter of freedom. To create from here a life of purpose. With love as my energy.

The end.

Happy New year my sunflowers 🌻

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