The sound of whitewash slowly reaching the sand
Seagulls gracefully gliding overhead
Trees rustling, leaves singing a beautiful melody
Tall grass bending with the sound of the wind
Quiet buildings’ stoic shadows
Strewn from streetlights in the midnight hour
The beautiful echoes of silence
Sitting in a pew of an empty church
Bending down, closing my eyes
Smelling grapes in the middle of a vineyard
These memories of quiet moments
Such a beautiful escape
As I manage through my busy days
*Originally posted June 12, 2015
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often and commented:
I really enjoyed this poem!!
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Thanks! I appreciate you sharing!
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My pleasure!
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yes…beautiful escape.
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This is great, I love the imagist elements! You are gifted.
Please do me a huge favor and check out my work – it’ll mean the world to me! xx
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Thank you, Autumn! I enjoyed your blog as well. Looking forward to reading more of your work!
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One of my favorites still. 🙂
Please leave me a comment, or two, on my recent posts. And thanks for all the Likes!
So happy to see you’re back in the saddle.
Suzanne
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