September 21, 2020
a poet's playground, meditation relaxation
chaos confusion bedlam disorder pandemonium
a head full of shit that just won’t quit nagging you all night long
lashing out it’s been a bad day screaming doesn’t chase the meanies
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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