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A piece on how I miss the beautiful things

Beautiful things

Writing_freelance_online_content_dayton_cincinnati_columbus_centervilleby Tim Campbell26 Feb 2014

I miss the beautiful things that I found lost and found me in a dirty box
I miss how they drove this hand to pour blood and passion from a locked room to an open field
In this field people run as fast as they can with myopic vision of two
They retreat to the trees at night and hold their happiness with all their might
Warmer these trees grow higher than before
Swaying but staying as they move as one from now until they fall down to the floor
It never seems to be a possibility when you are flying so high and your wings flutter alongside angels’ wings