The moist breeze and washed green
The drunken joy
Of my resurrected spirit
Fleeting moments that
Cease but start
Decades of self realization
You never kept me down
You cant
It was always me
I lick with delight
my precious joy
My eyes now dancing with
My own light
In between the cart wheels and somersaults
The moldiness all gone
Ranks no more any part of me .
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You are back indeed :)
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