11 Ben
Red Spectral Skywalker
We
escaped!
From
City to Desert Wilderness
We
escaped!
From
blaring Cacophony
To Silence
and Birdsong –
Sweet
Liberation!
With
Eyes clear as Glass
I
see Mountains –
Now
I am calm when
Tall Trees rustle
In a turquoise Dusk -
Now
I am quiet
Like
the Night.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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