Walking Air

A quiet place…

  • For my mind to encase…
  • Palaces My thoughts…
  • Alone I slept on spring water…
  • Wildlife talks to me…
  • Nature cradled my feet…
  • I merchanted off my woes…
  • Through my blood vessels…
  • No sounds of helicopters…
  • No sounds of gun violence…
  • No sounds of ambulances…
  • Tattered dead bodies…
  • Lying on the ground…
  • No sounds…
  • Only me…
  • My new home…
  • The grass…
  • Toads…
  • Stones…
  • Marshes…
  • Birds…
  • love…
  • Across my mangled…
  • Mind…
  • I lye down…
  • In my new bed…
  • By the creek water…

New…

World…

Ora…

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