Through the Window by Paul Andrews Jr

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Feb 2012

Out there,
nature plays;
the wind blows,
the tree grows,
free.
Concentration,
civilization,
obligation
seem trivial.
The only purpose
is continued existence
to thrive
from its
divine
creation.

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Paul Andrews Jr

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