Zen
Calm pervades the evening trees
No wind moves the evergreens
Cicadas call with rasping knees
The sky a pale and formless screen
Sitting integral to this world
All encompassing absorbed within
Feeling peace a wraith unfurled
To softly cover this day of zen
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2019-08-06 at 02:24
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