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May 2015
The joy
Of a new flower
In the middle of a meadow
The same as all the rest, but not quite

The beauty
Of a new sun
Burning high above the ground
The same as every day, but brighter

The greatness
Of a new day
Of a same life
Of an old world

The greatness
You see
Not with your eyes
Christine
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Christine
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