Walking Barefoot Through the Sands of Time

 

Walking barefoot through the sands of time,

I visit old edifices, machines of past lives that once seemed so daunting,

that are now rusted and falling back into the earth.

I stop to snatch a flower from out of the ground,

it smells of the fragrance of promise.

I take a deep whiff, absorbing it all into my pours,

letting the aroma saturate my pores,

before replanting the living thing back into the ground.

I start to spring, so fast that my lungs burn,

As I do so, I feel so alive.

I cry out, victoriously, words that are not words,

and I collapse into a waking state.

It is beginning of tomorrow, and I feel good.

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