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May 2020
I need these nightly rituals, now;
the damp smell of the earth
as I water the garden,
the happy presence
of seedlings sprouting,
a moment alone
with the new moon rising.
Noticing how,
wherever there are spaces,
Life fills them up.
Written by
Caro  UK
(UK)   
434
     Simpleton, Albert Ross and MS Anjaan
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