Appreciation

The sun
Shone upon her
Brown-complected face
A slight wind
Lifts her 
Nearly bald head
Looking at the sky,
The corners of her mouth
Curls up,
At that moment,
Her troubles
Her worries,
Disperse
And she could not
Help but think,
“Thank you, God.”
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