149: branches falling on the windshield.

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Middle of the woods
on a soundless evening,
with nothing much to do
but to wait for the timing.

Car on stationary
as the air becomes warm.
Nothing out of the ordinary,
just a guy wishing to do no harm.

Above a sky ever so cloudless
bringing life to my surroundings.
A sky that looms ever so wordless
brings a curious mind ever so binding.

I breathe in the tranquility
with each newfound hope.
A profound serenity
as I stare deep from within my soul.

Constantly wandering,
my mind is always on the move.
Always remembering
how it felt to have nothing left to do.

Middle of nature
without a schedule ahead.
Letting my feelings nurture
from this day whatever is left.

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