a
song
Some
times,
when
the cares of the world,
seem
to close in on me.
When my heart is troubled,
by reports of possible doom,
i
forget to sing.
That
part of my brain and heart,
shut
down,
as
i use the rest of me to try to figure it out.
Silly,
silly me,
it
is only that other part,
the
part i shut down,
that
has the answers.
So
i walk through the garden
and
smell the herbs
and
my senses are revived
and
my heart
and
mind sing,
yet
again
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