EVEN MY SPIRIT IS THRIVING AND PARCHED WITHIN

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Be authentic. Be genuine.

Be the fountain whence all smiles derive.

 

Be verdant, be tranquil.

Be crimson, be love.

 

Be refined, be vibrant, be life itself.

Be the mirror of souls who cherish peace and joy.

 

Be the forest.

Be that enchanting haven all desire to seek.

 

Be the beautiful valley that graces the eyes of many. 🏞️

 

Be the smile of your own city 😊

and the Queen of your kingdom. 👑

 

Be the pearl of your nation 🇵🇭

and the gem of the world. 💎🌍

 

Reveal thy grace to feast their vision.

Unfold thy wonders to soothe their spirits.

 

Remain true to thyself,

so that the world may never forget

the beauty thou hast bestowed.

 

Be whole, and be a healer,

for thy presence is the comfort everyone needs.


Be a comfort to all.

Be positive and be a light.

Even though your spirit is thriving and parched within,

you still shine brightly.


Helen A. Sarita


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