A clear blue sky
an ocean so blue
the birds they fly
above the dew
Morning comes
with a soft cool breeze
eyes creek open
as the sun warms the skin
Freedom from Babylon
from the traffic
the illusions of people
and their paper faces
here in a place
where calm is more
than just a slow flowing wave
here my heart races
with the rays of the sun
and the trickling water
which soothes the soul
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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