When something is lacking
is usually easy to tell.
A slip, a miss, a little less than bliss
Like a broken perfect spell.
It's easy to see when its missing,
The magic that used to be there;
Creativity, love, passion, hope,
All suddenly become something quite rare.
But more obvious than that is lacking,
Is when it has been given anew:
When the light once more shines in darkened eyes,
A a smile becomes one flashing of few.
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