Peace
Hear that? It's quiet once again. They're gone.
It's possible to think. I won't be playing any
Music, won't turn on the radio. The din of humans
Agitates me. I'd prefer to listen to the breeze pass
Through the looming trees for so long as I am able.
What I want is peace.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-09-09 at 17:39
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