The Authentic Life
Happiness, like love, is a decision.
Sunday, April 07, 2013
Wind last night blew down
A gardenful of peach blossoms.
A boy with a broom
Is starting to sweep them up.
Fallen flowers are flowers still;
Don’t brush them away.
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