Decluttering

Poem

The light in the trees shines my eyes
The breeze from the white sky
Cools my burning mind
The life in the tall grass
Cleans what I see
The open space surrounding me
Clears my lungs
Makes me breath
I feel light
Alive
Vividly bright and empty
A room to dance in happily

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photograph by Nikita Velikanin

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