Tuesday 26 February 2019

Place


I could stand here for hours
With the wind brushing my face
Holding me upright, lifting my heart
Over purple trees, just like my gaze
Part of the outside I can stand
Where my mind can see a space
It's been singing for in darkness
Searching for a peaceful place.


C. LJ Ireton 2019

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