Turning away
From the cold touch of concrete,
I lift my face to the sun,
Breathing the morning air,
The smell of grass
After spring rain,
Basking in nature’s cycle
Of eternal rebirth;
Time has no meaning.

I am ready to be born again,
To face the absurd reality
On my own terms,
With eyes wide open,
Soft hands ready to touch,
To experience life
Filled with colourful images,
Moving inside my mind;
The feel of a lover’s lips,
The sound of his voice.


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