Common is Precious

April 20, 2012
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I walk a path under a glistening gold
My feet tread upon shining emeralds
Beside a sea of cerulean saphhires
I intake the minty freshness of the air
I walk in peace, no fret or care.
I pick a ruby ball from a ball of foliage
Fill my mouth with juices
Exploding in flavors of liquid cheer
A breath out and a smile cracks through my rigid face
As I realize the common things are the most precious.

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