I am aware of my place in this world…
I’m aware of the things I can be…
I’m aware of what people think…
When they first meet me…
Answer the call when they need help…
Ask for a hand I’ll give you my arm…
But when I need to be found…
You lock the door to Maggie’s Farm…
Put me in your lost and found…
Lock it and toss the key…
Until the very next time…
You really need me…
Nowhere to be found…
No matter what the cost…
The name of my farm…
Will be the “Lost and Lost”
peace – chriscondello
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chriscondello 
Sweet mercy. I am perpetually enamored with the way you see your world.
I too, notice the similar contrasting patterns of impatiens in the shade; like a human, often variegated and delicate in its beauty.
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