Ollie and Ruby
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*by Oliver Cassidy*
Every evening, Ollie the owl watched as Ruby the robin perched on the
lowest branch of his great oak tree, humming soft melodies to he...
5 hours ago
Weak, tired arms
stretching outward
Cupping the morning dew
on the yard.
Stillness of air
soft as my breath,
Sunlight through the mist
have me bathed.
I could not listen
in a world so uncalm
And could not hear
What my heart truly want.
A countryside
in early morn
Soft and quiet
like a newborn soul.
Labels: Pondering, Quietude, Reckoning, Reflection, Serenity
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