Escape

I’m at that point,

that hazy place,

where the heart, 

is overwhelmed,

by outside stimuli.

The introvert,

seeking quiet,

a place of serenity,

the sound of wind,

rustling the tall pines,

as I lay down,

in a meadow of clover.

Lost in the dreams,

as I stare into the clouds.

Feeling my soul,

as I drift on the winds.

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