The cool marsh indicated my mood and no rush
If contentment was a flavour and a texture
I´d be chewing a pleasant hush
In light of living, in the light of day
High hedges the ones that spring flowers
Loved ones leave for months and years
garages and houses become spacious mirrors
Comfort surrounds it´s the marsh it cools me down
Mother Peace assures me
she walks me to slumber
I dream of new ways
to have the outside world accept my clumsy embrace
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