The view, the day

The view,
  the scent,
  the gesture meant;
  the wind for an
  accoutrement

The day
  of birth;
  the feel of worth;
  the pleasure felt from
  lake and earth

The soul
  at peace,
  the mind at ease;
  the sunset over
  hills and trees

The view,
  the day,
  the tears at bay;
  so long she’s yearned
  to feel this way

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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