Sunday, 22 July 2012

At Times


It is at times like these
I feel alive -

Laughter on a Sunday morning
A gentle breeze among the trees
A smile to let you know I am here
A leaning in of two bodies
One saying to the other
I am near

It is at times like these
I feel alive.


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