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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

Gently 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.