This Forested Space
Cleared of all voices
This forested space.
Left with one's thoughts, and the peace
Of a holy place.
Each, a plume weighing.
And lightened, doubly
Through what, for the living God
Who's heart, solace grants
Is felt, blows and flows, enchants.
Not inappreciably!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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