Every day I sing anew
Awash in a field of dew
Stilled by excessive glee.
Every day I walk and gaze
Soaked in a buoyant haze
Feeding the flame of liberty.
Every day I wonder aloud
At life that flares so proud
Swelling the eager esprit.
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Tagged as Awe, delight, enthusiasm, Gratitude, love, lust, Nourishment, Peace, Soul, Spirit, Splendour, Walking, Wonder
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