2003-04-20 / / / / perfect morning poem easter

awe... silence is my mind. creation is time... the earth awakens with its beautiful sounds, chirping of the excited birds awaiting the sun. The sky breathes with me and enchants the stories i have and we become one. I am its child, it is my ansestors, it is what we are. Im free. Im here I smile... forever time will laugh through the trees and get tied up in my finger tips.... dreaming so pure

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