I hate how breathtaking the world is
with its snowy branches in a winter wonderland
laughing babies, sweet music
starry nights, warm blankets
puppy kisses, kind strangers
hot coffee, fine art
crackling fires, crashing waves
and a million other poetic joys
that only we could ever truly see
the world just continues
obstinately, obliviously beautiful
as if you're not even gone
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