Am i not loving it?

This green underneath
This feel of a football field
So youthful...
This mirth
Of being
Among dreams budding like flowers
This joie!
Aha!
Am i not falling in love with this place
Again?
Like coming back to my mother feel?
Like being in her sweetest lap?
God!
Am i not loving it?


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