tip tap tic buzz tiny rain
am walking on grass again
cold I feel for you wind
darkness envelopes heaven
so as trees; stalking cane
left birds helpless on den
I wipe my eyes to clear view
doesn't help; am inside hue
I smell freshness coming from sea
I hear sweet voices inspiring me
as I approach an uphill climb
I felt boost to my dreaming mind
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