to smile gently at the rose
specially picked for this occasion
and to let the scent of honeysuckle
find its way to your nostrils.
Sometimes it’s enough
to let go of striving and
just walk
with a sense of aimlessness
barefoot on the grass
or between tall, tall trees.
Sometimes it’s enough
to revel in the lilac clouds
with golden tips
that the sun illuminates
as we roll backwards towards night.
Sometimes this is enough to
replenish your spirit
to help your heart find
it's natural ease again.
© 1 Jul 19
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