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Transitions

October 31, 2019
By juliabeth17 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
juliabeth17 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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At the edge of silver is darkness looming, like a shadowed rain cloud.

The swirl of loneliness sounds like a crack of lightning striking a tree.

The enemy of green hides between jealousy and anger.

At the top of tomorrow, waits for a new list to check things off.

The shape of the past fits inside the idea for the future.

When you toss sadness to the wind, it returns as yellow, a slice of happiness, a gift.

If you jump into the present, you’ll land on green, go.

And when you stroll through the Valley of Happiness, you might find what you’re looking for.



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