Some days are beautiful, just like that.
I feel alive as I weave in and out of a thousand footsteps.
My soul flits as lightly as a bird between branches.
As I sing my favorite songs in my head.
The sunset never looked more vibrant
Than it did now through the graying smog.
I see the mild moon waiting in the wings for her cue.
I hear the cackle of a hundred birds
As they call over the din of the maddening blare
Flying home to their nests to snuggle closely with their mates.
I think of my children and see their smiling faces
As I walk through the crowd.
I hear their laughter and can’t wait to play with them
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