“As I lay on my side fallen and defeated,
There is a feeling rising up in my yellow belly.
It is like hope but smells like early morning grass and yet is very different from anything I know.
Oh, it’s a new month, an opportunity for a fresh start.
I will pick my fallen crown, saddle up and try again.
Try again. Happy New Month”

Poem @suaveveekthaw

Photo by @guzeartworld

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