I'm sitting on the porch
Wind blowing through my hair
The ducks are frolicking in the pond
But I just can't seem to care
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If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.
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I am the resplendent shine of a flower,
Fiery in crimson joy upon the soil,
Scintillating, an ember in cyan,
I, never, fade in your world.
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