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Jaclyn Harlamert Jan 2017
I can feel life hugging every inch of my skin

I can feel life springing from the right side in

I can hear music in all the different sounds

I can hear music in my hearts every pound
Soul searching and finding
Jaclyn Harlamert Jan 2017
There was a vine
A flowered vine
Growing on a fence
Poking out the cracks

Someone cut them down
Wrangled them together
And tossed them
In the trash next to mine

Days later
In the middle of the night
Our garbage cans contents
Were pulled out
And scattered next to the ally

Night owl me,
Brought another bag
Found the mess outside
And put the 'waste'
Back in its place

The lid says "NO YARD WASTE"
So I left the abused plant
Where it fell
On the cold concrete sidewalk

With no sleep to show for
The sun rises
The tangled, cut,
Unwanted fence ****
Lay there in the light
Smiling purple blooms
In all their glory

They told me to tell their story
True story
Jaclyn Harlamert Jan 2017
Tell the day she is beautiful
And she will treat you with kindness
Tell the day she is magical
And she will show you love
Tell the day she is worth living
And she will never leave you
Like everything, the day isn't perfect
Be her doctor, not her disease
Dont forget to tell the day she is
beautiful, magical, worth living
The day is here

— The End —