soaked in
this quietness of a day
some amount of monotony
some amount of harmony
no track of time
it flies away
this quietness of a day
some amount of detachment
some amount of recoupment
in the world sublime
walking away
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2012-07-25 at 15:29
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