These Are the Days


These silent nights when the Crickets are chirping and the
wind blowing, lighting bugs lighting the sky's
like the fourthof July. In the day the sounds of
children playing.
babies crying comforting them with a
heart full of joy and pain alike.
These are the days when you see the
true blessings of life.

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