His cloudy mind still
The calm sound of waves
Drown out his thoughts
The crisp fog settles
Among isolated air
Hugging the man who
Sits alone and basks
In the beauty of
Solitary silence
The leaves rustle
In the gentle breeze
Lending fresh oxygen
To the man who rests
Under the weeping tree
And gazes out to sea
Breathing in lifes
Essence that bestows
Him with vivacity
Each deep breath
Awakening his soul
And cleansing his mind


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