fresh

19 Nov

fresh

as a field of crisp fallen snow

fresh

as a raindrop splashing

upon the tip of my nose

fresh

as a smile from a six month old face

fresh

as an unexpected bit of good news

tucked away beneath the headlines

fresh

is what life is

after disappointment and defeat

after injury, death

and grief

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