A revival of the senses

The warmth of the sun’s rays

penetrating winter pale skin

surrounded by a concrete fortress of my fears

broken down by the triumphs and failures of risks

a opening to a spring meadow

stirring up a childlike gittiness

to run until I can’t run anymore

and fall down onto blankets of tulips, daffodils, and dandelions in the midst of green sprigs

a newness, a refreshing sense of what could be


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