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re:

Treetops and small fingers
trace the city of clouds.
Cherub-like, the children
float on their joyous air…
The air is crisp, the park
is serene, and the world
just seemed to pause for a
single, peaceful moment
perhaps, in observance-

I once thought the world dead;
paradise hid, waiting!
It was always beside
me, you and everyone.

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