In the garden,
on the bench,
under the overhang
of the hibiscus
tree
this setting,
the solitude,
broken only
by the birds.
as wisps of
cottony clouds
float past
the leaves bend on
the caresses of the
breeze,
the silence permeates
reaches deep,
the eyes close,
the mind absorbs,
could Time,
every one's friend
stand still,
and
rest a few long
moments
with me
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