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Happy, is the sun on my face on a mid-summer's day, the snow all Christmas and by winter to have gone away, the wind in my sail in times of doubt, and the rain in the desert in solicitous drought.
If we never get there but we try to, if we don't live fully but we strive to, then we will have spoken, left our mark, and our dreams and spirits will have been awoken.
The sun yawned its light over my morning, softly penetrating my window with its calling, offering a newness never before seen on this day, sweeping the dead wood of the night away. It paralysed me from my neck to my feet,
Martians had colonized my thoughts, short-circuited memories, interfered with clarity. Friend to foe, welcome visitor to enemy, they danced over my logic and scrawled over my sense of worth, took me on a journey of fear and paranoia,
Up above, the clouds broke strolling beside a shimmering brook, I awoke. The scene took me away to a peaceful place where all was well, bringing a smile to my face, then it went, I grabbed at the air,