Sensorial
written by: Henry Bladon
@henrybladon
(with lexicographical apologies)
I look up at the trees from below
as rain falls gently on my skin
then the smell of the damp
on sun damaged turf
as the wind tugs my hair
like golden corn in the fields.
The distant cry of an eagle
feeds the tranquillity
so I close my eyelids
and think.
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