Tiny Treasure Finds

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If you arrive, gently,
Like the evening breeze,
You might get a glimpse
Of the wondrous magic
That allows us all to breathe;
If you tread, softly,
Through the marshes
And the pathways,
Laden with wilted flowers
And withered leaves,
You might even descry
That elusive sanctuary–
Hidden and free.

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