In the Quiet I keep
Always coming back to this place,
it takes away the reality of my shoulders.
Its walls mirror my soul,
settling peace as long as I stare.
Its trees gently sway in the breeze,
thoughts drifting like leaves-
to a place untouched by time.
Someday, perhaps, I’ll share this place
but for now, it remains mine,
till the warmth of the sunset welcomes another.
Copyright © Mira Kreisel | Year Posted 2024
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