Fingering sun rays as they fall into earth's rhythms,
totally suffused with the beauty that comes from an
inner spirit.
Strumming inner chords, letting them air out in an
afternoon breeze, rolling down the streets in an en-
lightening stream of whispers from afar.
Tasting effervescent flavors of neighboring aromas
as they float from the earth's surface, compiling
themselves in dreams of poetry.
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