Sunday, September 25, 2011

When the clouds gather in the mighty sky and
when the breeze brings to me
a muddy scent;

When a bright warm sun greets me in the morning
and
when the midday heat soaks me up;

When I walk down my way home in the eve
and
when a dusky sky points the way;

When my tired body lays flat
and
when I shut my eyes
thinking of the next day.

I know I am alive.

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