Stride
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Acrylic lens lectured
with Sea’s skin, Sky’s eyes, and Earth’s tongue
In Clouds’ classrooms of purple sequins
I walk with the confidence of kings
With the swagger of a solo artist
With the ease of an egret
And all the nuances in between
When you see me walk by
You can ask me
Or judge me
Finally the time has come to run
Spring time is always filled with so much fun
Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss
Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.
