need to write
something
to soothe
my soul...
write now of
skies, the perfect blue
of the smell of salt
tantalising on the zephyr breeze
write to ease
a heart so tired
so mired
in daily crud
so stuck in this viscose mud
need a day
far away
from the
maddening
a day in the green
and verdant places
see no other faces
hear the stream
make it's way
from source
to sea
need a day
to follow path
to pond's
to be tickled
and embraced
by young palm fronds
to watch nature thrive
need this badly
to survive
need a day
to recover me.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
need to write
something
to soothe
my soul...
write now of
skies, the perfect blue
of the smell of salt
tantalising on the zephyr breeze
write to ease
a heart so tired
so mired
in daily crud
so stuck in this viscose mud
need a day
far away
from the
maddening
a day in the green
and verdant places
see no other faces
hear the stream
make it's way
from source
to sea
need a day
to follow path
to pond's
to be tickled
and embraced
by young palm fronds
to watch nature thrive
need this badly
to survive
need a day
to recover me.
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