Nature

It’s going to hurt

you’ll lose more often than you’ll win.

My feet are torn and aching from all the traveling

it’s a long jounrey trying to undo all that life hurls at you.

So rest your head on the soft bed of grass tonight

And tomorrow you may wake up to smell the fresh meadows in the sunlight

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