Poetry, photography, whatever is in my head when the randomness escapes.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Stillness
Disappearing into the vaporous appearance
Of damp early mornings ghost, blanketing
The lush verdancy of late summer woods
Stillness a balm, soothing, reminding
There can be moments of peace anywhere
If only you pay attention to them
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