what a gift it is
8 February 2011 § Leave a comment
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what a gift it is
to live here/musical,
coffee still warm after
rooftop impulse/rest,
beauty utter picked up into your soul
by that soft/that sultry breeze,
a gift
is this fine/this living/this place/alive
this world, a sphere.
who can contain it?
no/one, we must accept/there is no choice:
no containing, just accept.
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