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The world I never knew

The rain no longer pours,

it cascades,

cleansing my soul.

 

The sun doesn’t just shine anymore,

it radiates.

illuminating the darkness I once feared.

 

The world is filled with magic,

if you’re willing to look closely.

What you call weeds, I call wishes waiting to be made.

 

Colors are bright and the wind sings.

So much I never saw,

and that I never cared to hear.

 

So much that I’m ready to experience, to feel.

Not just what I feel for you,

but a love for myself I never knew before.

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  1. “What you call weeds, I call wishes waiting to be made” Great line. A good read.

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