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Sometimes I find myself

Timely set off from life known

Sitting on some mound

A fallen tree or large stone  

Watching clouds tumble pass

Over higher unseen mountains

Unaware of the near silence

Or a gentle caressing breeze

Beneath sky-filled prismatic sunrays    

A bit lost in patches of memories

Or metaphoric ashes of lost dreams

That lost their source of originality              

Denaturing intervention more or less  

To a biological world of… love


Poet of the Light © 2022


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