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Dec 2015
I am walking down this path
And I can see

The different colors around me
And the brown fallen leaves
The cloudy but bright color of the sky
A peaceful creek and the slowly streaming water inside

I am walking down this path
And I can smell

The fresh air
And the scent of the dirt on my shoes
The raindrops from last night
A lost daisy in the grass

I am walking down this path
And I can hear

The steps that I happily take
And the playing music in my head
The birds flapping their wings as they soothingly fly away
A mouse that is still awake

I am walking down this path
And I can feel

The light that shines through the branches of the trees
And the warmth it leaves on my skin
The soft breeze touching my loose wavy hair
A feeling that will soon go away, even though I wish it would stay
I have bipolar disorder. At these manic times I acknowledge and appreciate every single thing around me. All I see is beauty and all I feel is happiness. This poem is what it is, only in the slightest way of its experience.
Threadbare
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Threadbare  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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     r, Denel Kessler, bex, ryn and The Dedpoet
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