The sun comes out
I lay awake on my bed
of flower and bones
the wind blows my hair
of long green grass I
strive to get out of bed
I pull my legs over my sheets
and my feet meet the earth
the birds do sing this fresh
morning as the sun
shines even more what a day to be alive
another hour goes by as every sound is water to my soul
even on the soft send playing tag with the gentle sea but one day
I'll wake up with no one to wonder what beauty we have one day is shall be just a
complex clock with no witness alive
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