it's a quiet place here,
where the peacefulness
is not
interrupted,
but rather
complimented
by the early evening
geese calling to one another
and the songs of cicadas
and a distant
tired
gunfire
echoing through
the marshlands.
it's easy
to hate these distant places,
but easier still
to begin enjoying them too late.
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Melancholia
شِعرpoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
