A Quiet Place
Away from the noise,
Away from the city monsters,
Away from distractions.
Away from prying eyes.
Out of misplaced priorities,
Out of complacency's tentacles,
Out of troubled waters,
Out of webbed desires.
A time to exhale,
A time to dissipate the fog,
A time to rejuvenate,
A time to soul search.
A place to commune with nature,
A place to see me,
A place to glide through the tempest,
A place to channel all to the focal point,
A place to permute my thoughts.
July 17, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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