in sparkling mountain streams.
Heaps of long-listed worries,
sifted with a faraway breeze.
Crowded ears plucked out,
hung up high with treetop tunes.
Tingling taste of a new song,
now plays upon parched lips.
Cloistered breaths allowed to run free
through fields of lavender and jasmine.
Strained fingertips immersed,
in eager warmth of paint and ink.
How thirsty senses have learnt to explore,
what tied up feet couldn't!
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