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I believe that every tree; every swallow; Every breath of clean air that I draw Accepts the love I feel towards it, And responds in my everyday life, The way any "god" would.  Thank you for your love. This is for you. That smile from a stranger; that money I found, that favourite song of mine on The radio, was a hug from the trees **** human-huggers) of my Home farm dirt road Alley, where I walked today Asking myself how at home a man Can feel, kissing it all with my eyes. My everyday life... That insignificant, poor place Where my every amazing treasure lies Unhidden.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
I Need not Ask the Gods
I believe that every tree; every swallow; Every breath of clean air that I draw Accepts the love I feel towards it, And responds in my everyday life, The way any "god" would.  Thank you for your love. This is for you. That smile from a stranger; that money I found, that favourite song of mine on The radio, was a hug from the trees **** human-huggers) of my Home farm dirt road Alley, where I walked today Asking myself how at home a man Can feel, kissing it all with my eyes. My everyday life... That insignificant, poor place Where my every amazing treasure lies Unhidden.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
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