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Baptism of the Soul

The smell of earth just after rain

feels so new again and again;

Each scent bestows fresh rebirth,

Diffusing from raindrops tipping with mirth;

I stroll on the unbothered turf near trees,

Carefully contemplating, with my head low – I find

The little stars of the day;

I freeze –

Amazed –

Leaving all the pain behind…


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