Smell Miracles raining on concrete they reek of decisions bathing running feet
Dripping in Discovery that heartache has died in a glissading of happiness untied
Running through un-tormented blades of soften grass and fragrance filled laughs
I hear it calling pattering a justice un-deranged rushing forever shouting out my name
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