Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Poem

It's the same, here and there
Trees, clouds moving,
Light breeze, fluttering leaves
The outline of a hill; grey hill from afar,
Bright sun, rain in the sun
Muddy water, ripples in waves,
Bark of a large tree, tough to touch
Aroma of grass, moon light, bird call,
Sun marking your body warm
Tall shadows in the morning,
The golden aura of the setting sun 



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