The pure air
Sweetened by the sun
Ruffles my hair
And kisses my cheek
Leaves sparkle before my eyes
Like a rain of sequins
Mesmerizing
Already this new place
Has become comforting
Familiar, to my struggling self
At least the trees will always be trees
At least the air will always be air
At least the rain still falls in the afternoon
To wash away the worries of the world
And let me sleep awhile
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