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All the Beautiful Things

You're my New York,

you know,

my somewhere over the rainbow

Where it never rains

and the clouds can never get me

Where it's always sunny

and the grass is always greener

 

You're my loud city streets,

with all of the honking and moving,

never stopping, always laughing

 

I love the noise

and the life you give me

You free me

and I let you fly

 

I love to watch your wings spread

As you soar through the sky

You are every kind of beautiful

 

My sister,

my mother,

my lover,

and my friend

 

We started from the same place,

you and I

Our souls are from,

the same seed,

that grew into a tree

 

A Beautiful tree,

tall and flowering,

and it always smells,

like sweet perfume

It's leaves never fall

and it will never die

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liz-devine
American
Published
Jan 6, 2012
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