Snapshots of life,
sift past me.
Oceans of love,
they surge through me.
Colours of happiness;
bright red and yellow.
My eyes flutter gently,
More than they've ever done before.
Mellow whispers,sly, in the air.
The breeze is my mother,
and the sun is my care.
In rainbow spring, there is no despair.
Finally in dark winter,
Only white snow, about I care.
The hazy flakes of rain and snow,
Soften me, in my mindful lair.
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