So slow.A Poem by FayeJust a state of mind.The breeze is on my face. Its late at night. I hear crickets. Cheep cheep.
Most of my family are asleep. I see the stars. They are very high. Shimmer and shine.
Should I go to bed? I smell new lawn grass. So fresh and new. Intake of fresh air.
I feel so serene so peaceful but rather tired.
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