When the sunshine illuminates
every face you see.

When the world feels good and gentle.

When it all makes sense;
questions, answered.

When you see the green in the grass;
smell fall in the leaves.

When it seems that pain has a place;
chaos, reason.

When the words fall gently
from your fingertips,
painting it all on paper.


flying birds

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