Colors of Outlook.

There always was a place,
That I wanted to be.
But I had to love myself,
Before someone could love me.
I had to have patience,
To walk in the rain.
So I could see the sunshine,
In it’s glorious, gold rays.
The beauty of the grass,
With all of the dew.
I can feel the wetness on my ankles,
Walking through that field.
Nobody knows it better than I do now.
Now I can cherish and ponder and relax,
Remotely being my own world.

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