Winds whispering hopeful promises into my damp, black soul.
"Look on the bright side. Soak in the warmth of the glimmering promise of each new day."
A confident quiet spirit fills my aching mind.
Flowers dancing in the breeze,
Seem to speak truths of ease.
A new day brims with rays of sunshine.
The ice of my black heart melts and sizzles with the beaming smiles of those around.
My heart can truly observe what's all abound,
My spirit soars, my soul grows wings.
Maybe I'm learning how to really sing.
The weight has lifted,
I must appreciate what I've been gifted.
Blue skies with polka dots of white.
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