A Happy Poem for Once
The wind doesn’t slap my cheeks anymore. It whistles through my hair.
It sings me a soft song.
Not sad, but fair.
The sky doesn’t loom over me anymore.
It stands right in its place
It’s smiling down upon me
With it’s big wide blue embrace
The sun doesn’t glare at me anymore
It warms me so gently
It’s rays just barely brush my skin
They make me start to think
Is this what it means to be free?
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