Cocooned in my world
I fail to notice
the uneven pavement
the cry of a child in the garden
the reflection of the moon, still…
Today, walking, I feel alive,
stumbling over uneven clouds
listening to the lost admiral
being blind by life’s brightness
Today, walking,
I smell the salty air
that plays with my air
and I smile…
by Aloneness
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