Quiet morning
Birds waking
Sky pellucid
Clouds waiting
Breeze lazy
Temps undecided
Empty pages
Thoughts crowding
Memories astray
Imagination asleep
Neither hard
nor easy
Just a stroll without
just a walk within
Listening in
silence baring
Attention rid
of intention any
And there is
life
And there is
poetry
As is
just as is.
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