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07/16/2022. Nature Bath. (In Memory)

  • Paul Andrew Powell
  • Jul 16, 2022
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jan 28, 2023


The wind squeezed through the trees.

It felt strange to be present in a space

Making God one with us.


The path was carpeted with yellow needles.

The wind, the darkened sky

What a strange day it had been.


I am here at this moment in time.

The sun beats down

Its own halo.


I got my phone out.

Yes, there was a message.

Beautiful clouds in the sky are cooling


The hot sun. I thought I felt a sprinkle of rain.

I'd like a good rain and a good cry

But neither happens.

 
 
 

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