My dreaming mind dreams that shows of life are to glow, and
never to become sputtering flows that never flows.
Life is to grow and glow not to be sputtered and slowed.
The living brings the sputtering and the slowing games to reign.
The sputtering games are to be had for the living drama sake
never to be clad into life's grow, glow, and the flow.
The sky is clear.
Mind seeks the play of the year.
The cool brisk breeze rushed through the window
to remind that gifts of life are here to warm the heart and the soul.
I breathe and feel like a meandering mountain stream
never to be stopped by the rocks, dusts, and
the uphill drills.
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