I CRUSHED MY HAPPINESS

Here the Sun rises slowly

As if it wonders if she's worth the effort

But rise it does,upon the earth scowling 

Day and night in eternal sport

Upon the butterfly's wings

Colorful as an Ancient Prince

Fleeting as my thoughts 

Light has come to the darkest pots 

You're a beauty to behold

Cornucopia of reds,greens and Gold

Birthed of heaven's own brush

Making gardens of brambles and brush

But where were you last night?

When Joy left and hope took flight 

When the earth as my face lay in frown

I didn't see you then,as I can't now

For before dawn was born

I crush the caterpillar at my door

Written from the Pit

16:1:15

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