I sit on shingle cushion and watch the pond ahead
Slight ripples waver gently, seagulls hover overhead
So peaceful and deserted, I smile and close my eyes
Breathe deeply, hold it tightly,
Simple pleasure in disguise
A soft wind blows around me, still warm across my face
I love this slice of heaven
My calm and special place.
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