August 16
I AM
I am my own hope.
The spring of willingness flows within me and makes everything possible.
I am my own dream.
Colors and sprinkles fly in my mind and mix with a sprite's laugh and make me enchanted.
I am my own joy.
Filled with wonder and delight, my quick turns and ready mind warm my heart and pink my cheeks.
I am my own prize.
New and exciting, everyday that I am myself,
I win.
Pith is dry and dead, be marrow.
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