I need it to survive
This looking
This joy in the small things
The grass strands and houses
A joy like we live in the world
I can see the mountain and its like a drop
A drop of life or more like
A shower
It washes me clean
With hope
Renewal
Love
Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...
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