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Miracles

The sun is bright outside,

When you are by my side.


We walked a long way since the day we met,

Still searching for a lingering debt.


Miracles do happen for me—

Along this path of life, endlessly.


I could gaze into your eyes so long,

While the world keeps moving on.


When goodbyes begin to find their way,

Miracles still choose to stay.


Tears may fall as time moves on,

But nature sings her miracle song.


The grass turns green once more,

As spring taps gently at the door.


The green will fade to pale,

When autumn begins to tell her tale.


And pale will pass like drifting snow,

When winter lets her silence grow .


Still, we wait for seasons to change,

For hope to rise and hearts to range.


Now comes that time of year—

With summer rain and skies so clear.


The wind hums through the canopy,

As I walk a path that’s leading me—


To a door where wonder waits.

And there she stands, in gentle grace,

The miracle, with her gracious smile 



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