11 Ben
Red Spectral Skywalker
We
escaped!
From
the city to a wide wild Desert
We
escaped!
From
blaring Cacophony
Into
Silence and Birdsong –
Sweet
Liberation
I see
the Mountains
With
Eyes clear as Glass
Now
am I calm –
Tall trees rustling
In the turquoise Dusk.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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