With love because time is too short not to
be opening the door where there’s more
see how it grows color and song is all along
sidewalks crunch the step and sing
letting the holding go from the trees you see
a carpet is so made from time this way
And all the pretty pieces become strong
touching the napkin to the lips drip with a song
and more adore is understood
with color opportunity and aware
I am sitting in the middle of this art with my heart
and because I can I share
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