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An Optimistic Feeling
There I was, all alone in a meadow;
Almost fending for myself with a halo,
Dusk had come with a colour of a crayon.
The midnight blue had faded after some time,
Without waiting for me to picture it in my mind.
The winter breeze was kind
It did not topple me over, when I stood up to walk some more.
I was never bored.
It was not a day of unhappiness;
But it would have been,
If you were beaten in a game of chess.
That night I yearned and yes, I felt proud.
No one would put me down;
It was not the time of fuss
But if it had been
I would sting them...