To Live Again

I feel a cold mist falling over meAs the breeze begins to blow.The sunshine,Hidden by the soft gray clouds,Struggles with all its mightTo live again.Like me.I feel a sudden urge to stand upFrom this old wooden bench,To take off my shoes,And run through the cool, wet grass.To smile.To laugh.To live again.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012.

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