I knew a moment of peace,
but it did not know me.
Spread-eagling in the meadows,
and chuckling the birchs’ toes,
its scent and sense bejeweled
the breeze, but left me be.
Aug 2012
Deviations Toward Normal
Gavin W Sisk
I knew a moment of peace,
but it did not know me.
Spread-eagling in the meadows,
and chuckling the birchs’ toes,
its scent and sense bejeweled
the breeze, but left me be.
Aug 2012
Deviations Toward Normal 
Too often, we know what peace is and what it feels like, but fail at attaining it. Beautiful write. 🙂
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Thanks, Rigel. Not everybody gets it–that peace might ring the doorbell and be mistaken for the pizza delivery guy.
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