19 February 2013

The ground moves beneath my feet,

Leaves rustling, grass crumpling,

Keeping a perfect beat.

The wind wraps itself around my face

Gently kissing my cheeks

Blowing my hair around my head

Birds sing their usual tune

Dogs bark as I walk by

The old man smokes his cigar nearby

Some might wonder why I love these brisk walks

I think they are crazy, to not love life like me

These simple moments keep me whole

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