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Leaves
Time drops anchor,
the current ceases to strain,
as you while away beside River Cam
like the strangers you feel apart from.
Humming an air
filled with delicate contemplations
after you pick from a fruiting copse
and listen to the cedar guitar strum.
There you are living in recollection,
decorating the staves of introspection
as splashes of laughter
trickle down narrow alleyways.
Time drops anchor on these calm vernal days.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
the current ceases to strain,
as you while away beside River Cam
like the strangers you feel apart from.
Humming an air
filled with delicate contemplations
after you pick from a fruiting copse
and listen to the cedar guitar strum.
There you are living in recollection,
decorating the staves of introspection
as splashes of laughter
trickle down narrow alleyways.
Time drops anchor on these calm vernal days.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
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