#1800-Sweet
05/07/2022
Some days,
I look at nature,
Through different eyes.
It’s not by choice.
Just murmurs,
Of another’s voice.
When those days arrive,
I seem to smile,
Or sometimes cry,
Without knowing why.
For many years,
Those feelings bothered me.
But that was long ago,
When I didn’t know,
That tranquility,
Came with vulnerability.
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