long walks, daydreams.
letting life pull at my seams
people, places, movement, sounds
fade, like dancing sun drops all around
walking through layers underneath,
dimensions others rarely see
the world of flowers, birds and leaves
as they cling to branches of the trees
the sun rays filter through the air
that feels so thick, its everywhere
hugging, holding, filled with dust
I breathe it in with a sense of trust
It's peaceful here in this space
to step outside the human race
and just be, here, connected, one
yes, grateful for long walks under the sun
xoxo...Becca
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