good evening to the birds bringing music to my ear
alone with the sunset waiting for my shadows to appear
freezing but eager for the smoke from my breath
to accompany me from this point til my very death
such a relaxing realization brings a smile to my face
content lying all to myself, not willing to retrace
i can tell that my hands will eventually melt away
free to tiptoe away, to enjoy this beautiful day
the rain will pour down straight into my eyes
clearing my blurred vision, to help my realize
the true colours just beyond the horizon
past this point, where this thought had begun
i will transcend from this heavy frame of mind
to allow these aesthetic aspirations to intertwine
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