My soul is a big question mark
At the end of no question in particular
I smile at the butterflies moving by
For the reminders they bring
Amidst the sweetness and the sadness
They sing
My whole being is this run on sentence
In no language in particular
I smile at the rain when it comes
For the reminders it brings
Amidst the recovery and the resilience
It sings
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