in my place of peace
life is a living green
and speaks not a word
and sings not a song
the only breath
besides my own
is the swell and shrink
of wind and trees
the edge is rough
the edge is wet
the highs and lows
are serenely endless
my peace is flowing
my peace is unselfed
there is no difference
between life and death
(All 4 images are my photos)
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