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Twelve Days of Christmas

When Life Was Beautiful

It’s the third day of Christmas.

And here I am

sitting under the shade of a barky tree,

listening to the river,

counting my blessings as they float on by.

What is this beautiful life?

What is this warm breeze

that gives me everything I never knew I needed?

This feeling soothes me.

And every time it finds me

it’s essence fills me more

and more

and more

like a drug that’s addicted to me.

Oh, how I crave it.

Oh, how I wish it would stay.

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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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