The sky is blue
And somehow, it holds hope
Sunshine is warm, even in winter
And my skin craves its caress
A good nap can ease any wound
And you can heal when you wake
The grief of life and death
Means our time is worth something
And the beauty
Means there are mysteries for us yet.
And we need words to assure ourselves
We matter
I know this feeling, Eva. But usually happiness is truer than grief and loneliness.
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