This place I call silence
so far from the crowd,
it is my license
to drink in a cloud.
To think bowed down,
aloud on the ground,
looking up at blowing trees.
Glowing behind moving leaves
is the light of the sun,
almost done or just begun,
I don't really know,
but I am here to stay.
Say what they may,
this is bliss, sun-kissed,
the gift of today.
So come when you want,
just push beyond,
but come with defiance
and tender reliance
to this place
I like to call... silence.
Ps.62:1,5
I like to call... silence.
Ps.62:1,5
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