Have you noticed how good the first novel can be?
Raw as marrow, an impact, uplifting.
A warm bath of a tale. Time well spent.
Like the prayers of a new believer.
I heard the birds praising their creator this morning. So clear.
I whistled the same tune as I dressed my son.
I asked him if he heard the birds. He said Yes.
I asked him what they were saying. He said they were talking to the sun.
I gave him a hug.
Self determination comes as an assault
Giving away power to the new adult.
This causes conflicts, stumbling back with a jolt.
The new mare is standing no longer a colt.
Lies and doubts are seeded from power.
The status quo, the rule of the hour.
The taste of freedom can never be be sour.
So let go and embrace and live with no bower.
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