Gift Within

Within each
is the gift
of happiness.
With peace
comes a smile.

I learned to walk slowly
because I was in a hurry
to smile while I cried
to be strong when
I wanted to run away.

I don’t need sun
to make me happy
though it’s good
when it happens that way.

Time is a sculptor
shaping us moment by moment
season by season
our colors appearing
only after passing
through the silence
of shadows, of tears, of rain

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