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Awake.
The trees yawn and stretch.
The flowers make a deep sigh.
The air has found life again.
The haze of winters falling sadness lifts.
She can smile again.
Warmth spreads in the light on her face.
It feels like a kiss.
The colors grow brighter by the minute.
The grass, greener.
The sky, bluer.
The change has begun.
The shadows fade.
Awake.
The wealth of sadness that was,
Is merely a memory now.
One that soon will be forgotten.
She lives in beauty now.
She lives in the sun and the sweetness.
Her joy found in roses.
Her hope found in porch swings.
She came back to life.
-Amanda Harman
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