Imagining the bright side of things.

No wicked weather or cold air, not a clue,
for the world baths in rays of warmth.
The heaven, a peaceful hue of white and blue,
as beautiful songs fill the earth.
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No ghastly someone to hold, or break us down.
The spirits of men have gone kind,
for only love remains, hauteur has been blown,
enclosed in a brotherhood’s bind.
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No ill fortune, black cats or wretched curses,
for wizards and witches have left.
Our destiny lays safe from any forces,
yet, our choices exposed for theft.
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Freezing or warm morning has been made perfect,
each dawn, a fresh and flawless start.
Ugly trials of yesterday, morning wreck,
hence, frost is only in the heart.
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© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011
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