Life’s daily poetry

The poetry of day to day life cannot be surpassed
The laugh of a child
The look in a lover’s eye
The cleansing late afternoon summer storm
The beauty is all around us for our capture

I see my son, playing, entrapped by his own joy
I hear my lover’s cry as she collapses on my chest
I smell anticipation in the air, clouds black and tumbling over
This is life, this is living, this is wondrous

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