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May 2019
In seeing,
as a child,
breathing blinded.

As we fail to remember,
what we want,
and need at that moment.

We are greedy as ants,
following the path,
striving for the same leaf.

We are small,
humbled by blue sky,
and the night stars.

Only then we remember,
who we really are.
Jason Drury
Written by
Jason Drury  36/M/New Hampshire
(36/M/New Hampshire)   
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