the swaying of the grass …
1.
a path leads,
to where wild grasses grow,
sashaying in the summer breeze.
2.
along the path,
solace settles within,
feeling the grass swooning,
tickling ankles,
swaying to lilting bird-song,
in a dance of intimate abandon,
brushing remnants of pain away.
3.
melodies float across fields of green,
delicately caressing my heart,
teasing emptiness to flee,
and comforting the mind,
to silently be.
4.
walking on,
savouring the peace,
a momentary respite,
casting off burdens of the now,
for all is quiet,
in a stillness cradling fractured emotions,
as the grass in the fields sway,
and dusk descends,
while shadows lengthen,
nudging the dimming light to take leave of the day …

Picasso’s “Dove of Peace”
Love the writing and the signature dove by Picasso… I just enjoyed his gallery in Barcelona… what a treat
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what a treat indeed! and Barcelona!
Thank you for your very generous words. As always deeply appreciated and humbling.
Warmest wishes to you my friend.
Peace ✌
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I just love them. Read each one separately number of times,then related and found it so peaceful . Thank you brother. Great thought. Regards Jay
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A beautiful meditation. Thank you Afzal
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Thank you as always Léa … much appreciated and warmest wishes
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Thank you, it was lovely.
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