The world was to be mine
I sat calmly under the lilac
summer a butler
in tree shade and loose bliss
I held up my fist
yes
it was all mine
Sun my spotlight
Set up to tread
one foot at a time
to sign my name into the soil
It was all to be mine
tender leaves wave like future audiences
brushed and groomed by the wind
my personal ventilator
lulling me back to sleep
Thirst quenching dreams
of past life conquests
and future challenges
A plump sunloving baby
coming alive to form a
strange combination of words
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