Never trust a liar. Even though they will always trust themselves.

Lift

I think sadness killed my sister
She was so alive—full of life,
But her family could not be raised
By her buoyancy alone.

If the mind is in the dirt
The body focused only on
The terra beneath.
How can you extract those roots?

An effervescent soul lifts
The countenance of others
As long as they have their
Eyes and hopes set on the heavens.

Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.

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