Gratitude

Gratitude

 

Greeting every morning

Ready to embrace life - the day- whatever comes.

Awake and alive in every sense of the word

Thankful that I'm here, taking

In each breath - deeply in and out.

Today is never promised, so enjoy every one

Until you have filled every day with beautiful memories

Delight in the small moments because

Each of these is what truly matters.

 

 

 

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