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Wind Rush

With wind rushing
through the reeds
I close my eyes
I feel the breeze
on my cheeks
and take
a deep breath in.

I hear the grebe
calling across the water.
I breathe out deeply;
The warm day
has brought
spring birds
whistling from their canopies.

I open my eyes
I smell the freshness
through my nostrils.
The swan glides past smoothly,
unaware of myself.
The comfort
of nature surrounds me. 

Melanie

 

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