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Communing
with Nature...
They’re saying something to me
Even though I don’t know what
The rustling of the leaves
Birds chirping in the trees
The smell of the rain in the wind
I sit back and breathe it all in
Rain washes over me
Feels like I’m born again
Washing away my misery
His tears mingle with mine
Is this a sign?
My heavy heart feels light
Like an eagle in flight
Soaring so free
Communing with nature
Is this how it feels
To be perversely happy.
06-20-96
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