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If ever the sun shines like gold
air smells of unknown happiness
tightly them in a bottle hold
secure in your safest place.

When hits you the roughest wave
a patch of shore you badly need
bring them out from where you saved
take off the lid for a spoonful feed.

If ever shines a passing light
forget not to store it well
in times of living through darkest night
take off the lid in it revel.

When hits you life's toughest phase
in the raging storm can't find your way
delve within to reach that place
where the bottled sun you stored away.
 Aug 2014 Samantha
Bella Anima
I was never lost.
I had you.
I was never lost.
I had you.

Or maybe I never had you.
I was lost.
Or maybe I never had you.
I was lost.

You tell me.
What was going on?
Was I lost?
Or was I never
Because I had you.
I have no idea.

But I know
That I now have truly
Lost you.
Still here missing you.

— The End —