Coffee in the morning
Red wine in the evening
Sunset out the window
Starlight on the ceiling
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There’s nothing more precious than being alive
With even just one sense, let alone five
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Fireplace embers throwing a spark
Fireflies dancing their dance in the dark
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It’s subtle and primal, the magic of things
The whirring of crickets, the flutter of wings
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Lantern at midnight
Soft wind at dusk
Blue mist at twilight
That person’s sweet musk
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Wonder can heal, and wonders never cease
The world has a heartbeat; our senses bring peace
About the Creator
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That last line outstanding ❤️