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And the air smelt sweet

like cinnamon...

High with thoughts of you,

of home.

As I lay down on my bed,

Another day is over.

And Today happily,

thankfully lets go of its clench-

Like dry, loose grains of sand

Falling from my skin,

Sinking back to the Earth.

Leaving me as I am.

One with the Universe.

As I slowly breathe

with the stars...

In the bossom of Tomorrow.