A deep magenta morning sky,
The warble of a
nightingale.
Flavors from my
coffee cup
Invade my taste
and sense of smell.
The sun lights
gentle on my skin,
Satin soft and
faintly warm
Assures me with its
subtle touch
I am safe and free
from harm.
Let me meditate a
while
Taking every
morsel in
To savor softness
in each breath
Like soothing
strings of a violin.
And when I close
my eyes, I see
With sharpened
sensitivity
The sights, the
smells, the taste, the touch,
The melodies I
love so much.
Running free
through endless meadows
Laughing loud and
leaping fences
Dare I pause in
retrospect,
Thankful for these
awesome senses.
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