All I Need
That subtle,
elongated,
breeze.
How long it lasts.
The swift
sway of the trees.
Vibrant leaves
gentley descending.
My favorite place,
where I can regain sanity.
My soul longs for the pure,
lively,
forests of New England.
I will never leave them behind.
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