Happiness seems getting steadily come close
a road over the hill comes into view, it`s like getting a heroin dose
yet really from the variety of fruits growing in the valley below
the Sun in the sky lifting you to make small prints on the dirt
a sweet slim shadow is cast as the contrast of many windows
we learn & remember in school that we`re meant to forever share ideas
to grow higher & closer soon we`ll be in paradise
as angels plowing a farm, so light as we bite a peach slice
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