Unseen gift
Amazingly one foot follows the other
as I look down and see my path
through the trees and grass
with a light wind stumbling beside me
trees whisper secrets that send spikes
of paranoia and guilt of something
but leaves tumble around me
like baby puppies
searching for their mother
and I smile for the idea of it
such softness on my skin
such softness in my thoughts
such luck to realise this unseen gift.
Anthracite 
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