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Serene
The snow has passed
Such slivers can be seen
Through windows to the green
And the blues at a distance
Wild winds have ceased
Spinning dancers in the still;
Never has a bird sung so sweetly
From the bars of a brightened cage
When even entombed joy exists
How can peace not surely follow?
The rain will return
On a day sometime soon
This light just a memory
Until then my soul sways carelessly-
With the knowledge of today.
This blissful single moment.
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