A day in the bush is
is worth two or three in the city
The drive fro is always slower
than the drive to
Mind racing comes to a close
A day in the trees taught
about worth and silence
The rattle of the crow's feathers
echos without sirens
And peace can be breathed
A day in the sky is
a sigh from a lover in the moment after
Where clouds pulse perfection
without comparison to the gusts between.
Thursday
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...breathless & speachless...you constantly blow my mind... xoxox
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