i'll get it right
I will roll
careful
down the hill
and land
not on the
cement sidewalk
but stop
on the plush
grass
next to the daisy
I planted
a year ago
with my best
friend
i'll breathe
in each second
of the dawn
and paint each color
of the sunrise
i'll note down
each hue
each shade
of bird
each word
i will remember
this time
everything etched
with a delicate
ink pen along
the protected
corners of my
inner mind
this time
i'll remain
myself
all along
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