Just in case it wasn't yet evident, my heart's soaring. O yes.
When the leaves dance to the song of the wind,
when the summer sun hits my face at 7.10 in the evening,
when i sit in the Kamaroi library with open ears,
when the earth's essential oils permeate my senses,
when I'm greeted by strong women,
when the Zimbo chuckles,
when I crawl from a tent in the morning,
when there are storm clouds above me and within me,
when Chooch says "O beautiful one" so deliberately,
...my heart's soaring.
When the leaves dance to the song of the wind,
when the summer sun hits my face at 7.10 in the evening,
when i sit in the Kamaroi library with open ears,
when the earth's essential oils permeate my senses,
when I'm greeted by strong women,
when the Zimbo chuckles,
when I crawl from a tent in the morning,
when there are storm clouds above me and within me,
when Chooch says "O beautiful one" so deliberately,
...my heart's soaring.
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