Nothing much happened.
The sun was in its place and I in mine:
The swinging chair under the cover of trees.
The buzzing bees, the running stream, the wind's sighs,
All was peaceful and serene amongst the leaves.
Nothing much happened.
I can finally rest and close my eyes,
Away from Yesterday - a distant memory forgotten - away from my mind.
I soared past the birds, through the clouds and the skies
To the place of Today, an age where Tomorrow is of no kind.
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
