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laila shaaban Apr 2018
The sun shines through the thick canopies of tall trees,
While the autumn breeze rustles the leaves making you feel at ease.
As the honeybees buzz by your ears,
And the crickets chirp without responsibility,
All in perfect harmony with the calming birdsong
All happily singing along creating a melody often mistaken for stridency.
Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze dancing to the rhythm beautifully. Climb the tallest willow tree and look out towards the swirling sea,
And admire the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline
No matter how many times its sent away.
The enchanting ocean with the blue sky above
Adorn by the soft luminous clouds
Which can only be seen through the eyes of a dreamer
The clouds are to the sky as creamer is to coffee watch it flow,
Doesn’t it make you feel happy?
The way they are perfectly imperfect, intertwining together.
Just like the trees,
Which can be bent in several ways yet still look better than any architectural design. The grass is never leveled
No tree is like the next, this one withering, and this one growing.
No two hills are identical
Yet every atom is a miracle,
Every creature irremovable, exceptional.
Each helping in their own way completing this cycle we call life.
Amidst all this chaos lies its beauty yet customarily dismissed.
With realizing that Nature is enticing and mesmerizing,
With realizing that beauty surrounds us.
By keeping our hearts free from hate and our mind of worry.
By living simply and scattering sunshine.
Happiness will only be a heartbeat away.
Laughing Wolf Dec 2015
For better or worse, down will come
heaven: the wife I have and hold
smooth and warm like a shot of ***
her heart made of pure, solid gold.

Bad hands still get played where I'm from
for better or worse, down will come
for those that would take me for chump
up my sleeve fell the fatal trump.

When the lights go out...that is me
sound suppressing louche stridency
for better or worse, down will come
loose ends a means to zero sum.

Ghosts hide and seek confrontations
not smart enough to know they're dumb
signposts at omega stations
for better or worse, down will come.
Penultimate of True Detective series
(Frank Semyon)

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