Do Not Fret
and when you fret about the now
you are missing that white streak on clear blue sky,
that scenic endless acre of green
the soothing sound of a small stream
God is sending you love in ways beyond your imagination
Categories: Poetry
Poetry
Dear O,
I call you this because when I use the letter I used for you it would be too obvious
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