And comma

I wake up,
I witness the clear briss that brushes my skin,
awakens me and replenishes my worries,
Another day, another sigh
Another cry, another laugh,

I conceal myself like a chameleon,
or like an owl, or perhaps like a mouse hiding from its prey
but, neither I am an animal or free.
Another day, another sigh,
Another cry, another laugh,

I close my eyes, often,
enjoying levitating in a world of temporal darkness
Where I feel tranquil, feel like a dove flying in a cool summertime morning,
but again I am neither an animal, neither I am pure.
Just a homo sapien who enjoys the mere thought of life’s complexities
Another day, another laugh
Another laugh and luckily fewer cries.

We had a good share of pain and delightful yet overdone smiles.
We had that moment of staring at a corner,
waiting for everything to evaporate
Every maleficent thought to alleviate,

I,

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