gratitude: freedom of thoughts, ideas, dreams, movement, and being, a poem ♡
I wrap the atmosphere
around me as I accelerate
and touch the horizon
as I speak words that grow
wings and nest their way
into minds and hearts
as I breathe wishes
glowing echoes of dreams
to an awaiting star
as I become a lullaby
to soothe and coax dark
nights into a morning
full of meadowlark song.
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