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Margaret Apr 2011
Do you smell that?
The sweet, succulent smell of the flowers,
The honey of the bees?
I do,
And wish to smell it forever more.

Do you hear that?
The cheerful chirping of the birds,
The rustle of the leaves in the wind?
I do,
And wish to hear it forever more.

Do you see that?
The colorful flowers,
The trees swaying in the breeze?
I do,
And wish to see it forever more.
Margaret Apr 2011
You
I'm broken, I'm lost.
Forgotten in the dust.
But when I think of you,
I get the strength to move.
And my heart, oh, my heart feels warm,
And mended of its cracks.
I push myself to my feet,
And surge forward,
A new energy spreading through my weary limbs.
And I keep going,
All the while thinking of you.
That is when I reach the finish line,
The finish line of my days of melancholy.
That is when I see you,
And that is when my heart explodes with happiness.

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