Fresh

the scent of
cold dawn air
pine, cedar
rustling leaves
brings me to
a place inside
the still, quiet
hushed surrender
where nothing
scares, intimidates
no individual, separate
simply silent
cosmic laughter
only blue skies
like a canvas

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