Gazing
By steve_j_1985
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Gazing brings me peace,
An internal palpation, which coaxes my soul.
The late summer sky brings electric passion,
Thin serrated daggers are the clouds,
Playing an eccentric drum solo on my heart.
The humid, sexy scent of cut grass from some distant garden,
A flock of birds sit in the trees, readying themselves for their
imminent travels.
In winter, the glassy morning is only broken by the piercing
melody
of a lone Robin on the garden fence,
The woman next door clears the driveway of all snowy remnants,
And the last few leaves blow wildly on the lawn,
Chasing each other in a blissful game of tag.
The clear night sky is a seductive blanket,
Covering the errors of the world in jet black,
With brilliant white holes poked in it,
Distant worlds yet to be discovered,
The air is tranquil,
Every breath releases a steamy spirit into existence.
Gazing
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