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infinity breathing restlessly
kissing the sky
with lips spun from glass

feeling lights' caress
on the cheeks of the cherry-blossom flower

feathery droplets of glittering, molten gold
splashing on specks of dust floating lazily by
coating them with warmth
tickling and happy

genttly painting the tips of
the winds' gentle fingertips
running them through our hair

mockingbirds trilling
draping sugar-spun webs of soft, pastel colors
on the tips of the leaves
resting belly-up on tree branches

life holding up its' head
proud like a peacocks' tail
hiding behind feathers stuck to our eyelashes
still and crackling with static cling

flower patterns gracing the dappled lawns
lacy orchids drawing in the hummingbirds
luring them in with sweet nectar

infinitessimally infinity breathes
busy people
hunched and apathetic
nothing left in materials' world

greed and self-satisfaction ruling
fair-skinned as pollution smothers natural illumination

softly woven music crashed and shattered
duct-taped back together in a sad imitation
of lifes' flawless beauty

gentle, lazy, and warm
in some place far away from here
'here' where it's cold, and dark, and claustrophobic
the air murky, smelling of smoke
to polluted to breathe safely

yet we don't have a choice
hiding behind snatches of life
handfulls of mottled, dirty, shed feathers of city birds

brightening up our existence but not truly appreciating it
pastels bright and industrialized
too bright
making my eyes hurt and sting

i miss the real life
where love graces softly, warming, safe
and hidden.