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Peace
by
Jonathan Isenor
Sitting in the shadows
Up above everyone else
As they pass by beneath me
I sit at the top of a hill in solitude
Enjoying the many wonders of nature
The birds are chirping
There’s water rushing in a small stream
A light breeze occasionally sweeps past my skin
Once in a while a person passes by
Up here though my mind is clear
It’s no longer clouded by the perceptions of others
Nor my own personal problems
When I come up here it’s all gone
I forget about everything else
I have found some peace for myself
In this chaotic world.
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