Your memory no longer lives within me
the air I breathe is no longer shared,
giving life to the walking dead with each breath
our journey ended, when mine began
Reborn, I woke one day
taking my first breath among trees
and holding me close to her bosom
Mother Nature smiled indulgently
The air I breathe now,
is sweeter than early morning
when I wake to birdsong, my silence
and find diamonds in the garden,
the ones you never had a chance to give me.
a dawn bird
Perfection!
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