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There is something in the air, as usual,
it’s the meanings that elude
the awakenings of the soul.
And if you, reader, are asking yourself what
me, the writer, means by awakenings of the soul,
I answer: I don't know.
I nod to the first person I meet,
say goodmorning, go on with the morning.
Morning is a speck of dust, it moves fast,
you (me) are left dangling on the cliffs
of imagination. I might be a brave
hero, a tragic anti-hero, you know,
life isn't heroic, but today the sun is shining
reminding me of birth.

12 Apr 08

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beautiful, i've felt that many times.
 — nisetru

I like this very much.  Spring always brings the sense of rebirth to me--puts a little extra bounce in my step.  Thanks for sharing.
 — PaulS

'There is something in the air' -big cliche
'the awakenings of the soul' - cliche
'speck of dust' - big cliche
'the sun is shining' -huge cliche
 — joshcoops

Thank you all for your comments.

I am trying to report normal everyday conversation.
Not sure it worked.

 — maila