a leaf springs forth
from the side of
a tree that we
thought must
have been
dead due
to a deadly
moss
a bud comes out
from its ailing side
and the sun comes
and smiles
there is still
hope inside my heart
and then you hold
my hand and grip it
and then the days pass by
and nights come
with rain
and stars and
full moon
and then we repeat
what we kep telling to each other
in times like these
life is beautiful.
life is always beautiful
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