Walking down the sidewalk,
I’m in a maze.
It’s a vacuum,
releasing the fog
My bones
are lightweight as air.
My body giving away
to a certain promised pain.
A distraction
Trees are sprouting multicolored
fresh buds opening,
leaves breathing,
all that I expel.
Blossoms bloom,
gracing my senses
with their perfume
and deep shades of color from
Violet, pink to white.
Walking down the sidewalk,
I’m lifting to the clouds,
airy and liberated,
my body giving way,
and casting away
a promised pain
Dawning Creations 
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