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Poetry: Calm

by Louise Wulfe

The calm of the breeze envelops me,

Caressing my shoulders and tickling my neck.

It calls me forward through time and space.

On bent knee, I wait.

Leaves fall at my feet,

Cascading from their perches high above.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply.

Flowers, herbs, grass and spice

Move through the air,

Like cars on a twisted track.

In the distance,

Birds are singing their sweet lullaby.

Life is calm and appealing.

For once, I feel prepared...

For anything.

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