Tender Touch

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I feel,
Sharp blades of grass
Pricking my feet in the field, like unspoken words reminding me I'm here
I feel,
The peach sun rise blooming over the horizon
Like holding a library
With just my eyes
I feel,
The first breath of the morning
Setting the rhythm for the day
Like fresh ink on a blank page
I'm alive!

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