Perfection At Its Finest
On Saturday mornings,
when the rain can be heard
as I write literature and drinking peach green tea
while harp music is playing
does bliss within me take on its true form
as it does when
going on nature walks
seeing damp orange and cherry blossom trees
and smelling the fruit mixed with the fresh after-rain
at the same time
writing more based on what I see
in the sanctuary I call my world
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