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After my Sweet Moment of Hush

After my Sweet Moment of Hush

Is there no way out of the mind?
you would think a door or window would help?
sometimes it feels as if it will explode inside my headĀ 
some days I can hear my pulseĀ 
blood pumping, as mind rummagesĀ 

I often wonder if I could possibly remove myself from it?
escape for a while?
every now and again?
just to be in a quiet place
within?
Ā 
perhaps sitting in a meadow surrounded by pink tulipsĀ 
sunshine and blue skies
silence and peaceĀ 
birds singing in the oak treeĀ 
without my mindĀ 
and all it's hustleĀ 
Ā 
I could certainly be spoilt
in luxury couldn't I?
Ā 
but of course...Ā 
I'd most probably want it back
after my sweet moment of hush.

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Shirley Harrison

It could quite possibly be the greatest mechanics along with the heart, fascinating always. 🌹 

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Marion

You have written a fine reflection on the enemy within Shirley... a very fine piece.Ā 
I love the visual too, it sits so well with your write. Hugs X

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Shirley Harrison

The mind a wonderful luxurious pain in the butt sometimes but yes, we all have one. Thank you dearest Marion, sending you a thousand hugs this evening. šŸ¤—Ā 

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