Can the flowers hear
Do butterflies whisper their wishes
I’m alone walking along a forest path
My hair shines in the sun
You can follow me
Wherever you are
I pace my steps
Aware of watchful eyes
I’m reluctant to stray from the path
The mountain may shake
Obliterate my awareness
Dictionary may not suffice
The majesty in scarcity
Can elevate my expectations
Tomorrow I will start early
Inaugurate a new attentiveness.
note: It’s invigorating to be able to walk to the river again. I met a lot of walkers walking their dogs or their friend’s dogs. The air is clear and the sky is blue. Simple things.
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