The mourning is over,
Do your thing,
Roll on baby.
The path is open,
And you’ve got no stopping.
It is time.
Time to get over the baggage,
That weighs you down.
Get on with it.
Roar now,
Your loudest one yet.
Let it be heard,
From miles away.
Lose yourself,
Except this time,
In the starry night,
Or, the foggy mornings.
Shatter the bars,
And take a deep breadth.
Start afresh,
Embrace your thoughts,
And create magic.
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Great poem! .. inspiring. 👏👍
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Thanks a ton 🙂
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