Apropos Of Nothing: A Poem

 

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When the wind flutters through the trees,
Nature and the leaves applaud,
I am there.

When the sunlight dapples the world,
The sun sleepily descending behind mountain tops,
I am there.

When my heart breaks
From the disappointment of a love lost,
I am there.

When you can take no more comfort in solitude,
I am there.

My group, my comfort, my compass, my foundation,
Where do I go?
Where do I turn?
Who will be there?

Magic exists;
In smiles, in holidays, in goals accomplished.
I wish for it to be bigger,
Can I make it bigger?
Why yes of course,
Because I am there.

 

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