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Everything's The Same
Where once was frost I now see spring.
Where once was desert, trees.
I even feel the joy in rain,
yet everything's the same.
The day is there just as it was.
I've nothing, yet I laugh at pain,
and in my brilliant life find love,
yet everything's the same.
I know that better times will come.
My eyes behold the sun,
the joy of finding joy is due.
This poem's being read by you!
The dullness has become the light
although it's night,
it still feels right.
The signs of loss are signs of found.
The signs of silence signs of sound.
The signs of madness now feel sane,
and like the friends within my brain
are smiling, giggling, looking round
at bright green shoots on stony ground.
They point at candles, see a flame,
when cold the wick remains,
for everything's the same, in truth,
but different, all the same.
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