Days,
As subtle as the imprint left by an angel's dress.
As soft and sweet as a virgin's caress.
Hints and echoes of light filter through\
Fragile and precious trees of leaves.
Leave behind the world of corners and straight walls.
Fall willingly,
Blissfully,
Into a strange green, glittery, gittery, calming, peaceful waterworld.
Away from the race.
Setting a better pace.
Keeping my own space for a change.
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