Shine
come summer time
winds slowly blow
colors laying in the grass
awaiting chubby hands to pass
bunny's hop comes once this year.
A tear forms behind my lids
amid all the beauty
not much time left to love
each day
not much love left for
he who maybe makes things this way.
Why some live without thinking
and some feel each moment?
A lucky passing of days
when life is not a lucky place.
Beauty found in quiet corners
other feet have passed on by
a golden treasure hidden
but finding it
trying it
takes learning.
Living.
Yearning.
Giving.
and
just
like
that
it can be taken away.
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