In the Quiet of My Mind
Primeing the pump:
the time i spent looking over the ocean,
finding peace.
Sharpening the ax:
the time i spent amongst the tall green trees,
finding me.
Cleaning the lens:
the time I spent looking up at the stars
and finding
galaxies.
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