Alive again

I walked a million miles and I am tired,
but I am glad I am back for more.

It is dry inside and is dry outside,
but I am glad it slowly rained again.

I screamed but was not loud enough,
but I am glad she showed her smile again.

I got tired of sitting in front of machines,
....but I am glad the man is walking again.

Blooming is the grass and blooming is the time,
I am glad they have forgot their pain.

I learnt swimming and so did she,
I am glad she will never drown again.

Big words and bigger emotions seen,
I am glad I am alive again.

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