Quiet, simple place No expression on the glass with adornment minus nick-nacks White painted halls no pictures on the walls without shelves filled of books only one open, lonely door Follow out of sight distractions never bright without noise of passers-by only my thoughts and rhymes Peaceful, simple place no carpet - only floor without vase - no sculpture the art is for my soul Private little room no expression of my face little window on the side views with nothing to hide Green pastures - no architecture virgin land - flowers still stand minus man's menising hands Quiet, simple place just one expression on my face smiling thoughts of this blessing minus fears - minus anything near Peaceful, quiet land parking not allowed only imagination required of this crowd.
Reason for writing:
I'm never sure why I write or what it will be about.
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