Sometimes I would imagine something lovely,
like the love in a mother's eyes when she sees her baby,
or a shy grin a girl in love.
Sometimes I would see something lovely,
in the laughter my a friend as I made a joke,
or the look of a man singing his soul.
Sometimes I would feel something lovely,
like the contentment of drawing something nice,
or the wind running across my face.
Sometimes I would write them down.
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