Poem -
Still
Not a hint of wind
Not a breath
Sea as still as lake
Sounds of razor clarity
Vision crystal sharp
Not a tree moving
Not a branch
Not a leaf
Not a cloudΒ
For a thousand miles
Grandma, called these
Magic days
And the magic stayed
Forever
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Magically delicious write. thank you for sharing
Thanks so much. ?
I love this. The very last line gives the power to this poem x