Calm
The calm, the quite
While grazing this grass
The peace of the present
No fear of the past
The feel of the wind
The rain on my skin
The warmth of the sun
No tomorrow within
The taste on my tongue
The feel of right now
No thoughts do I have
From where did I come
No plans do I have to sleep for a while
No thoughts of my waking
Or walking for miles
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2023 18:45
- Category: Nature
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