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Meadows
Stepping out into the warm morning sun to find it holding hands with the meadows
The grass and the flowers dance synchronously with each other's shadows
Elated, in watching life come alive, elevated from slumbering in their burrows
Reminded of how my happiness has risen against now long forgotten sorrows
My mind's camera is taking snapshots, I suppose
Saving to memory; how beautiful they're exhibited by each expose
Dreams of anticipation as the anchor of time pulls the sunshine to another close
What I find in tomorrow's meadow may very well eclipse what in today's has arose
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