Pleasing

1

March in wind the

Summer moving too,

In and out of the

Leaning in and

Out of the trees.

 

I am breathing.

 

2

I guess my hands

Are molding now

The sound it

Is making in

Me.

 

I am singing.

 

3

And suddenly the

Round sun is

More than the

Round sun

At all.

 

It is shinning.

It is laughing.

It is like the whole world is.

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