I am awoken by songbirds
and for a brief moment I’m somewhere I haven’t been to yet

a place where I have kinder eyes
where strangers know I’m smiling even if that’s the only thing they see

a place where I’m slower
where the roses of spring don’t hesitate to shower me in their scent

a place where I’m warmer
where I take off the sweaters of yesterday and put on something finally sustainable

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I open up my curtains, pull up the blinds
and let the morning sun peek through

until then, I can pretend for the day