I find you close these days... in the melody of a bird, in a song long unheard and even in the stillness of the breaking of a new day. You are the warm sweet rays that kiss my forehead, you are the soft wind which embraces me as I adventure out into the unknown, you are the smell of fresh flowers through out my day, the water that cleans all impurities when my body is tired and, at the end of the day, you come to me in the form of a sweet dream that keeps me smiling. You come to me and I can't seem to get enough.
I can only wander if you too find me in the essence of the things that make up your day. And if you do, remind me now why we hurt ourselves so. Remind me for I really don't know.
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