#667-Day after
29/05/2019
So perfect…
The path,
Fields,
Puddles,
Reflections.
Hate to disturb it all.
But I must…
Stop.
Shoes off.
Deep breath.
Walk.
Feel the wet cold.
Look down.
Watch distant trees dance.
And wander,
Momentarily,
In a world far away,
From tomorrow’s noise.
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