Emerging from my own coccoon
Sleep eyed, can't help but swoon A hazy dreamscape before my eyes Mountains unfurling in sensual lines Reaching softly to the ocean Ecapsulating stillness in motion The sun still low I feel time slow I watch him, as he sits in peace A pot of coffee at his feet I know not what the future holds But these moments feed my soul
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Roger Leslie
10/24/2020 05:43:54 pm
Cool - love it
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I am a conservation field worker in New Zealand. I love mountains, sunrises, river swims, barefeet, cold beer, campfires, live music and whiskey. Archives
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