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Jan 2015
The wind tickles my clothes
as a soft, gentle welcome
The pavement knocks at my feet
to show its support
The flowers waltz through my nose
intoxicating my brain with sweet, sweet smells
The sun brightens my eyes
as if a wake up call
The birds serenade my heart
with their heartfelt melodies
The grass softens my hands
for the earth's light, yet heavy, touch
What a kind, broken place
Meg Howell
Written by
Meg Howell  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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