as i look back
i see freshness
strung on rhythmic patterns
pure poetry-
each breath.. each hush.. each moment
yes, i have felt spring all along....
the beauty we hold unknowingly
a heart shadowed bit by bit
perceptions changing
in eyes that look but cannot see
and on moves this quest for happiness
something that we have to feel inside
not find around some corner of life..
i see freshness
strung on rhythmic patterns
pure poetry-
each breath.. each hush.. each moment
yes, i have felt spring all along....
the beauty we hold unknowingly
a heart shadowed bit by bit
perceptions changing
in eyes that look but cannot see
and on moves this quest for happiness
something that we have to feel inside
not find around some corner of life..
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