When our lives become part of memory

the world around our eyes is lovely

we can picture that peace so easily

having taken a deep breath of worry.

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In a meditative state we lumber on

always in the  hope our lives become

the essence of normalcy in a welcome

facade that later on in love is looked upon

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to shadow the pain around our ignorance,

speak to the ills that weigh us down,

in a glance in eyes we see perpetual frown,

yet in a sunlit atmosphere do we chance

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In the peace of having love, knowing passion

might we always see a blessed truth in session.