Sometimes I retreat To the sunken underside Of the floating island Called my life A mollusc amongst the reeds Enjoying the pulsing silence And gentle tidal caress Feeling a weightless world On my shoulders.
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On Wednesday morning with my eyes closed I looked through the window and listened – to – the natural percussion of pouring rain drumming against mottled flagstones creating a cacophony of calm in the storm of my mind not quite serenity but not far off.
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