The trek of allegiance of bright sunflowers,

the profuse joy of feeling a book’s raspy pages,

a slit of zestful sunbeams from the earliest hours,

and despite the egotistical wail of humanity’s rages,

the eloquence of a kind word passing through,

a bullet of laughter after the eyes’ surprised spar,

the healing delicacy like a petal for every bruise,

is the closest to being alive so far.

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