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
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