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Waiting
Documenting the silence
the bus stop is almost reclaimed by nature
until the bus arrives after a long conversation
with the broken country path
in a meditative rhythm each morning
disgorging the mood
its wheels on cast aside leaves
inbetween the sun barely awake
in the early morning sky
and the sinking moon
recording the moment afterwards
restlessly in symmetries in gentle wind
...
Tuesday 6th July 2021 6:09 pm
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