Unhurried.

This

fluid

gold

light from

sun

calling it

a day.

Spilling

over

lists

still left

undone.

A respite

from

a life

driven.

I pick slow

moments

weighing

each

one,

carefully

inhaling

the

heady

fragrance

of

slow.

— Unhurried.

Published by

Liezel Graham

Wife. Mum. Lover of words. Lover of the Word. Writer of stories. I drink too much coffee and dream improbably big dreams. The quintessentially weird kid, all grown up and (still) finding refuge in books and words.

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