Beautiful Things

Beautiful things that once made me smile
Feel real, warm and alive
Have all been gone now for quite awhile

How I long for their return
The strong, sweet scent of their unyielding burn
Holding me captive caught in a trap
A maze of wonderment, I'll never want out

This treasure I seek, I've held in my hands
Slipped right through them
Gone are my plans

Tested and taunted
Dreams very well haunted
Led me to answers, and my solid ground

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