I walked
into the woods
seeking
the proud Oak
balding
in the
soft sigh of Autumn.
He does not
demand
anything
from me,
for we
are old friends.
and this,
is (my) peace.
— Exhale.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
I walked
into the woods
seeking
the proud Oak
balding
in the
soft sigh of Autumn.
He does not
demand
anything
from me,
for we
are old friends.
and this,
is (my) peace.
— Exhale.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
liezel graham 
Your poetry does have a way of making me breath deeper.
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Thank you very much!
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