by on June 3, 2023 :: 0 comments

I roll
I smoke
I put on a new coat

This world can get weary
If the screen stays the same

This cool pine tree shade
This touch of the breeze

It will not end wars
And it will not pick sides

Forever changing
And forever here

It needs no division
And asks for no name

In silence
I smoke
I walk I listen

Not to this noise
But to the sound of spring

editors note:

What springs to mind when the white noise overwhelms. – mh clay

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