March 26, 2020
a poet's playground
unaccompanied forging ahead through the sweet-smelling thicket the sounds of silence your friend
anxieties no longer exist resistance to change flows far oft in the distance the wind sings through the trees a lullaby made of reveries
no longer a weary wanderer
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