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The air is so crispy
The birds are quite chirpy
The magic of nature abounds
As I imbibe all the sounds

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My quick strides grow shorter
My eyesight gets sharper
My senses soak in deeper
Pictures become magically wider

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The lady and her dog walk past
Bow-Wow says hello
The labourer offers a fleeting smile
And he works pretty fast

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So much floral blooms
And golden, droopy trees loom
Scented float of planted perfume
There is simply no room for gloom

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More barking dogs
The tinkle of calm waters
The men play a hand of golf
And a bird catches a grub

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A deep sense of satisfaction
Of peace I sense within
As the Sun peeks to say hello
I am happy to embrace me

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My passion has called
Now, no longer ignored
I hear the reverberations
Of the magic hidden within.

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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Written during my morning walk.

Writing 101 – Day 1: Magic