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I am running Brushing bushels of roses and daisies and sunflowers Treading ground tread to the degree of infinity by lives lived before me Through the green fields and under the arms of wise, old trees And I stop under one of them I settle down and take a seat Quick breaths become slow and purposeful Taking in the life around me and breathing out, feeding it The orange, red, purple sky above looks down on everything, on me My breath fuses with the waves of a life continously complimenting all that I see
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
A Man, an Agreement, a Tree, a Dream
I am running Brushing bushels of roses and daisies and sunflowers Treading ground tread to the degree of infinity by lives lived before me Through the green fields and under the arms of wise, old trees And I stop under one of them I settle down and take a seat Quick breaths become slow and purposeful Taking in the life around me and breathing out, feeding it The orange, red, purple sky above looks down on everything, on me My breath fuses with the waves of a life continously complimenting all that I see
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28/M/American
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
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