Standing in the sunlight, letting it peruse my feelings as I sit alone, quietly absorbing the meaning of life as rays perceive who I am.
Contemplating every notion, gradually giving me ideas to settle in and write about.
Telling all of my expectations in verse, compiling all sorts of ideas, matching intellect with imagination and coming up with images being thought of as I renew myself in quiet, silent realizations.
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Each new thought, each poem, a sigh of renewal, molting and being born again, going forward, Beautifully and profoundly said