A Walk In The Park
A quiet anxiety in the heart.A stilling pause of contemplation.
A soothing stroll through the park.
An acknowledgement of your invitation.
A hush descends on all around.
The birds are flying skyward bound.
Their wings beating in my heart,
and the mind soars to distant parts.
I come to rest and cease to be
that anxious, small, identity.
Poetry by david Taylor
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 22:04
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