September 21, 2020
a poet's playground, meditation relaxation
she couldn’t escape her fate was sealed in a room made of brick and steel
the room had a window over a door felt like a tower she was stuck between floors
a baby crying all night long daily noises of sirens
I think we are all more than ready to fall into silence–and gain some balance and harmony—lovely image and poem–
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