dawn
coming out of grey
I feel the sharp scent of air
the sun warms my cheeks
focusing on the other threads of life
trying to weave all them together
a comment made
I will not let.......
it is their reality
not mine
and then,
I am past it
vision clears
colours sharpen
going out into the desert
wakened from the rain
I am walking
into the sky
with open
eyes
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