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I went hiking

Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody

The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze

In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr

Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!

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