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Heaven, heaven on Earth.

Something's moving,

Something's changing.

Can you feel His glory?

Feels like heaven on Earth.


Life is beautiful.

Hey poetry, haven't written you in a while.

I know, I know. You're upset.

I had a lot of things I had to do,

And now that I'm back, 

Will you forgive me?

No?

Okay.

Moving on.

2021, what will you bring?

I see bliss, growth, upliftment.

This is my greater year,

The stars are just my beginning.

Each night I look at Orion,

I love that constellation, 

Why?

Only my sister knows.

Oh, Nepa just brought light,

These days they've been trying small small.

Just finished watching 'Croods 2' the other day,

Literally one of the funniest cartoons I've watched in recent memory,

Also, 'Soul' is one unusual cartoon that'll have you thinking about life; I learned this from it:

'You were born to Live'.

Deep, right?

So, live.

Enjoy every second of your life, because they are that precious.


I know for a fact that you exist for a reason.

A lot of people never got to exist in the first place.


So congratulations,

You were lucky.

So live life.

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Happy New Year!!! 🎊 

So we're back, bigger and better than before.

Taiwolilly's Quill, here we write everything❤

Let me know what you think down below!!

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