Upon this earth

Warmth and humanity are all around the city. Most days I find this. I wrote this poem this afternoon.

The world forever,
is there a thing?
Over my body,
the clouds go by
drifting through
two worlds.
A radiance of
the mind itself.
These trees, these flowers
fall like blessings.
And knowing the end of
birth and death,
my life is fulfilled.

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