Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

spirits, now balloons

I let off, into the sky

spirits, as dawn swoons

now wings of dreams , to fly

jogs, this joyous world

to sculpt, genes of love

jogs, my heart uncurled

one with the grace from above

today on day thirty

pause not my blood

today, a moment hearty

another dew, another bud

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