plumbonkers
A slice of life as it comes . . . maybe.
Friday, July 24, 2015
In Solitude
Clear the brain
Time alone to clear the brain
Walk where the sparrows twitter
The deer appear quietly as phantoms
And the blue jays squawk
Surrounded by the green of trees
Blue of sky
Heat of sun and
Bursts of flowers
In solitude
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