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Writing by Samuel Pye

Listen

Listen

Through the clear night sky,
I spoke my mind,
clean space,
clean air,
sitting still,
drinking tea,
it’s kind that you listen,
let’s watch the branches wave in the wind,
let’s listen to each other,
contentment stares back to me,
the sea waves splash my feet,
I walk slowly in,
floating on my back,
warm sun gently soothes,

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