A deep stillness penetrates inner senses of being as I
watch it's effects on intellect.
Pondering immense depths of intriguing life circumstances,
as the world spins out of control beyond sight.
Not caring too often how it manages to continue to keep
whirling around in it's solar system and perfect orbit.
Slamming thunder, echoing loudly within as torrents of
rain pour from the sadness of a lifetime.
Creating open and vast spaces in an interior desert,
devoid of all but what I am imagining.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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