Day 62
Give me inspiration, oh lord!
To write a few words,
That sound pleasing to the heart.
I am yet to complete my daily tasks,
Before I return to my chamber of slumber.
Strike me with a divine light of wisdom, dear God.
So I can learn to master,
The art of meeting with triumph
and not the disaster.
Into Words 
As the valiant warrior maiden, who braves the torrid, volcanic plains of her seedy environment, raised her shiny silver sword overhead, dark clouds began to gather. Would they rain satisfaction upon her or leave her high and dry? [Or, would she be struck by lightning for aiming a metal object at the stormy sky? š ]
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Lol, I will make you hold that metal object up high at the dark stormy sky š
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You will not! Don’t use that face with me.
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