The scenery
Isn’t talking
To itself or
About itself.
How refreshing.
The light just moves
The waves, and wind
Lifts the lilacs.
It doesn’t say
Anything. Warmth
Settles itself.
You wish you could
Say something for
It about it,
But there it is.
You know you can’t.
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