From the Poet Tree | The Eyes of Argus

I want…
A cabin in the woods,
A cottage by the sea;
Anywhere I’m less stressed,
And more me…
Until then, I’ll take as mine,
A deep blue sky and a tall pine,
A rustling breeze and a river bend;
Not really mine, just a lend.


Dance with the waves,
Move with the sea.
Let the rhythm of the water,
Set your soul free.



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