Some folk find release imbibing;
or is that just surviving?
For others it’s the chatter;
that leaves my mind ascatter.
For me my peace is found
in silences wild sound.
and life’s music as it flows
through the beauty Gaia shows.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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