January 29, 2014

 

 

How good it feels to be alive;

to open eyes and see the sky.

And know that through the night I slept,

surviving dreams in which I wept.

 

How good it feels to be on earth;

safe in a place that was my birth.

And be surrounded by those most dear,

surviving sleeps most dreaded fear.

 

 

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