Counting the Joyful Leaps

Beauty often time eludes

A manifest beauty it is not

Plastered in turmoil and tragedy

It reeks of frustration

And bears a mark of fear

Still, by and by

Beauty ‘neath the pain

Is all life is

Counting the joyful leaps

And pleasant tears

We gain victory

And life becomes that thing

We just must painfully enjoy!

Crying under a shower of rain makes you think the whole world is weeping with you. Standing under an Autumn tree makes you think the

Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.

The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories

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