Activities of Michelle Benjamin

I sit down and find the leaves rustling as though rhythm that the wind makes.
I also hear the birds chirping i do hope i see the nightingale i hear it sings as beautiful as it's name.
Then an orange slice so sweet to absorb but is gotten from such a thorny soul.
And just then i decide to take a little stroll for inspiration, and here i am again taking a sit to find out i have already begun, and I ask.
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The budding shoot ripens unharmed by the scythe,
Without fear of the press, on vine branches lithe,
Through spring-tide the green clusters bloom.
Is't strange, then, that I in my life's morning hour,
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really lovely poem and like the line I woke up at the break of dawn, fresh releases of morning dews dripping in slow motion, enchanting. Birds are ...

Seize life and live Seize the life we have, live and act with the present. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow, a blank page to fill. Wisely use y...