Life's pace
and shorter my gait-nothing
to hurry for
as I crawl at my own pace
so joyful
is the mere sense of living
smelling at leisure
the scented meadow
where the butterflies flutter-
playful we both
until it gets dark
for these few brief days.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2019-11-24 at 09:38
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The tortoise
Short is my stay hereand shorter my gait-nothing
to hurry for
as I crawl at my own pace
so joyful
is the mere sense of living
smelling at leisure
the scented meadow
where the butterflies flutter-
playful we both
until it gets dark
for these few brief days.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
Read 808 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2019-11-24 at 09:38
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