A breath of fresh air,
Spring flowers blooming through
Cracks of cold winter months.
Taking peace by himself,
A hasty step away from the world.
He’s alone, but no loneliness creeps in;
Light quickly rids him of any sense of it.
A clear mind for the briefest of moments,
Lately it has been full of murky water,
Thoughts that swim around near the
Surface, diving down into his core.
A cliché word or two from a friend does
Little to drown thoughts out.
But perhaps a new daffodil will,
On a sharp clear morning
– a breath of fresh air.

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