I am green, as my soul wakes with a green light to go. My intuition guides me towards my dreams. Illuminating every morning with grace, this green light shows an immaculate being. A being that's optimistic while each blade of grass grows. A being with a strong and compassionate nature.
I am green, ascending through the misconceptions that an oppressed soul won't become powerful. My soul is powerful and my soul is worthy. The green light that ignites my soul drives me in the direction of tranquility and harmony. Who else is in my driver seat? It should only be me. I am peace. I am calm. I am green.
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Jameel Rahim Shareef
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I am Green
I am green, as my soul wakes with a green light to go. My intuition guides me towards my dreams. Illuminating every morning with grace, this green light shows an immaculate being. A being that's optimistic while each blade of grass grows. A being with a strong and compassionate nature.
By Jameel Rahim Shareef5 years ago in Poets
Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Fiction
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