Swaying and dancing
dark green tree tops
against bue grey skies.
Rhythm, music 
filling the air.
Chirps, twitters
and
fluttering grey wings.
Pelting raindrops
drowning
footsteps of creeping thoughts.
A moment of 
just being alive
A moment of 
just being
A moment of pure joy.
Anjali Kumar
 
 
 
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