Lightly
I walk lightly on this EARTH.
Oblivion
is not a scary thing
to me,
just a small bird
on its wings,
Lighltly
touching
the trees.
I walk lightly on this EARTH.
Legacy
is not a BIG thing
to me,
just a small whisper
Lightly,
in another's ear,
that I am Real and I am Here.
I walk lightly on this EARTH.
Strangely
tiptoeing the edge
of the Beautiful
and grazing the Ugly
Lightly
with
my
hand.
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