Running fast away from all the frightening aspects of the
ending of this life.
Wanting to be held and loved just for myself and nothing
else, waking from a deep sleep every day, looking for the
sun to bring some peace, just seeing it rise before me
every day.
Staying up all night just to watch it peek over the horizon
and say good morning, loving it's gentle morning warmth and
shining rays of illumination, showing me all of nature's
creation.
Beautiful to behold, never letting the memories of this
joyful peace get away from me in this little life of mine.
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