No Answer

A gentle breeze blows through the branches
And the grass. A gentle sun peeks through
The clouds. I hear another breathing, still
Asleep, in an adjacent room. The world's
At peace this summer morning. Why, then,
Won't this crushing sadness rise off
Of my mind?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-23 at 14:33

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