walk.

I walked through a place where
rainbows run through the water
and even the murky depths sparkle
where the light hits it.
And by the old tire swings
my soul felt real once more;
and where the dirt met asphalt
I kept on walking, well thinking that
all of us are just cycling through reality
though the weather's rather dreary.
Yet ahead upon the road
a bird took breath to fill
her crumpled lungs.
So I kept on walking
leaving footprints wet upon the gravel, glimmering.

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