I sit and muse amongst the tombs.
Only disturbed by sonic booms
as fighter planes pass overhead.
A noise enough to wake the dead.
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Ah, a quiet soul offers a world of fruits and gifts; our so very noisy world often thieves these precious gifts depleting nutrition and leaving it to wither in anemia.
You write so beautifully, it almost seems effortless for you. Enjoyed this one. Thanks Ashley xo