#4031 poetry

Photo: Abel Tasman Park, a surprise at every step

But what I would see

through the branches

would change depending

on the time and the day

and the mood of the clouds

but it would always

annihilate the length of my breath

and my feet well grounded

a kind of gratitude

for every breath

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