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Life Will Be Good

Soft wind, take flight.

Come,

take my hand.

Come roll me ‘round the sky

this fine day,

and we will watch the gulls

spiral over sandy shores.

And we will watch

the footprints

travel the beach in pairs.

And we will be silent

as we find a friend in every pocket

of the dream.

And life will be good, yes.

Life will be sweet,

and nice,

and good.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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