dew-scented mornings

pulling breeze from a golden sun

seriousness left behind

and all that remained was

laughter

filling the air
if dancing among rosy clouds

meant spending time with knowing

a deep burning fire would fill me

with a spark of inspiration
beginning again would release

self mispersceptions

and heal the jagged edges of time lost

just a moment inhaling the world

and then…

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