I sit on stone,
listening.
A million humming engines,
glistening.
I breathe fresh pine,
which is divine.
I'm seduced by lady wind's
soft caress.
How lovely,
I think,
is it to be,
a part of this world;
a part of me?
**This was written on one of my better days.
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Lullabies in the Dark
PoetryJust a lot of my poems from some of my early-late teen years and maybe a couple will be added from the present.
