Poetry

Mindfulness 

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An ancient melody

When moments are spared

Crickets and starlight

A peace willingly shared.

The invite appealing

A dance to dream

Surrounded by wonder

And what it will mean.

Thoughts abate

Breath taken in

Present in the moment 

Until we do this again.

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