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Going Outside


An air of hope

drifts through the open window,

calling us to step outside.

Running smiles smell the

scent of an irresistible escape.

We bound to the door

knowing our time has come.


Thriving flowers mould a path

to our enjoyment, stretching minds

beyond the despair of closed doors.

Birds weave their clean flight above

whistling their approval.


A magnificent reach for life

framed in windows, now free

to receive every touch, every cry

from liberated souls, embracing

their play with freedom.

We must protect this new prize.

Background: One of many of my lockdown poems. Don't you think nature is soaring at the moment? The air seems cleaner, the animals are enjoying it.

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