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Simplicity
June 17, 2015
I get lost in the whistle of the wind,
The gentle rustle of the leaves,
I get lost in the warmth of the sunlight,
dancing across my arms and face.
The soft trickle of water,
flowing down a nearby stream.
I get lost in the beautiful silence,
No distractions, no interruptions.
I am lost in my surroundings,
and it is not until I am called for supper,
that I am found.
© Laura S., New South Wales, Australia
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