Still Life Poem by Patrick Pidgeon
Still Life
Late evening now though night has not yet fallen
Still is the wind with air to breathe only
You take in in short and shallow breaths
Nothing to hear the whole world lies silent
As you sit and think fleeting memories make you smile
Joy in the moment all sadness banished from your mind.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
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