Softly, tenderly touching souls with love from above,
tantamount to spoken orators as they mutedly sacrifice
their voices in deference to tomorrow.
Nature soars through the atmosphere, lightly touching
my mind's thoughts, refreshing with an intense desire
to be purified from existent views of interior attitudes
of positivism.
(8/27/11)
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