peaceful
whispering grasses
rustling leaves
playing in the wind.
Peace broken by
nearby amplified music.
With it irritation arises.
I am affronted.
This seemingly idyllic space is spoiled.
Or is it?
The peacefulness of the place
is a perception
conjured by a state of mind.
My idyll is your boring dullness.
Your idyll is my chaotic busyness.
Both different
equally different
to seeing what is.
Secluded walled garden
peaceful
full of life and birdsong
is.
© 29 Jul 17
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