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Daily prompt: Congregate

When the winds danced in my hair,
When the dew drops played with my feet,
My eyes became the brushes to the horizon,
That painted the mystic sunrise in my memory,
While my hands were busy teasing the grass,
All my thoughts, congregated into one:
“I’m grateful to be alive.”

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