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The cats outside, in the sun, with gold reflected whiskers; the autumn leaves, the trees
lose their hair; first brown, then gold, then earth & moist.
and this time I am not afraid. This time it will all be different,
and I will be awake, and brave, and take, and give.
Let us always dance, and embrace, let there always be this love, to make us light and lift us and let us float through the streets, above the buildings of grey, between the birds and the clouds, and take us somewhere warm & full of colours and fruits, water and fields full of cats and mountains and trees and flowers and birds and crickets and then i will rest my head in your lap and this is wonderful. I feel wonderful.