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The sound of birds crackling the chilled air

Resting on my skin like the breath of a lover
Inhaled like the sweet fragrance of a blooming flower
Rays of sun painting my soul like the approval of a benevolent protector
Walking to the gate that leads to a path in your mind where the day begins
A new adventure shines on the walls of my conscience
Up to the clouds on a ramp of sunlight vision of a birds life
I am still here among the softness of the earths green bouquet
Berries and milk with honey