I want the acheof the morning after,the calm that comesafter the storm,the quiet ease bornin the lingering taste of last night,and the uncertain peacethat carries the comfortof knowingthat what waswill be again.

Let Go

Let go Of yesterday What's done Is done and gone The moment NOW Is fleeting And anchored to the past And tomorrow Isn't real Living only In its potential

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