My flared nostrils opened up,
With a morning stroll near the lake,
All tranquil, calm and serene,
Soothing my nerves that was no fake.
Chirping birds and quacking ducks,
Going about their song of life,
And here, I am quibbling,
With all my fears running rife.
A lumpy throat, an anxious hump,
All my wrinkles and my crease,
Something that shifted all my thoughts,
That was wafting through the breeze.
All the blooming saplings around,
Clearing the way that I run,
And I am spreading my wings again,
With the smiling and rising sun.
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