My heart sometimes
(Whenever)
Skips a beat
Gentle flurries of continuous motion –
The flicker of a flashing light,
It reminds me every time
To count my blessings every day
To say the words I want to say
To pen the lines I need to write
Because today might be my very last.
Poems and Petals 
Amazing poetry
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Thank you!
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There`s a journey after the last
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Yes, where our hope lies
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Oh, such true lines, Vonita! No matter how life may look like, count your blessings anyway. You never know what the next moment brings!
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I know, life is short Erika! Xx
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Right, and that is why we always stand up again and try to make use of what we have. Funny that we are talking about this now. I wrote my next Monday post about this.
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Yay, can’t wait to read it!
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😁
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Beautiful
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Thank you 😊
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Very awesome Vonita, indeed we must not take our lives for granted , we never know what the future holds .
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Wow you have a way with words
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Thank you!
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A beautifully worded reminder to live in the now and not leave anything unsaid or unwritten. For me it is a prod to dispel procrastination in favour of getting the words down in case “today might be my very last.”. Thank you for this.
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Thank you for reading Debbie, hope you are well? 😊
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I am very well thanks.
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