The Small Joys Matter Most
Morning solitude is best
The once dark margin of the sea
is all at once, a sparkling pleasure
To hear the sprightly magpies
as they wander over dewy grass
warbling a wealth of sound
the like of heaven
Air so fresh it equals joy
and the jewel in the crown;
on the vacant lot beneath the sign -
a lily has bloomed.
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