Webs spin in the air tickling my cheek,
birds socialising cheep,
bees pollinate
I listen to their gentle hum,
meandering between conscious and sleep.
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Drifting summer scents
ease my pulse.
Intense sensations mark my skin
between billowing mass and
vision blue.
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In the moment I settle,
journeying through faculties,
one, two, three, four, five,
untroubled,
take breath.
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