Snowfall
Silence of morning
Warmth of your body
This is the world
Nothing exists
Nothing matters
Only this
This is home
This is beginning and end
Close your eyes
Morning is burning bright through winter
In the summer of my life
I worry
I fret
I am alive
Healthy
Breathing
This brief window
To feel everything I can
To exist
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