The Way It Should Be
He doesn't have to look up to see.
He knows just by the sound.
It is soft and sweet, like a ripened peach.
It brings a constant comfort, a from of relief.
A blessing that possesses him, like a belief.
It brings about a feeling,
that isn't hard to remember.
Like a shiver from the cold,
on a late night in December.
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