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.
When.
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