#204-Peacefulness
20/02/2018
Winter afternoons in our village.
Empty streets,
A desolate church,
Icy tombstones in solitude.
Exhaled breaths evaporating in a misty haze,
As clouds and mountains play.
Eternity echoing in fragments of time,
That I don’t understand.
Maybe I’ll dream about them tonight.
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