Inside
My Mind
Silence.
A
poet’s music.
Dare
I say,
ecstasy.
Fresh
air-
a
body’s sweet liquor.
Free
for all to whom
may get drunk.
Breeze
makes the
nipples
hard and
hair
on the arms
stand sharp.
Sun
playing hide-and-seek
with
the trees
seeks
solace in the
magnitude of this world.
This
is what one
craves
to do
on
their day off:
to Live.
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