A little bit poetic

Quiet, very very quiet....  

A deep still has taken hold of me.

My mind is refusing to form words.

All I can do is to let my eyes absorb,

like dried out sponges,

the scene of beauty before me.

I let it soak my soul,

bringing refreshment and

nourishment to the driest corners.

The landscape around me

is almost a quiet as my soul.

As far as I can see,

this way

      and

         that way

                       the wide open spaces

                                 whispers my name. 

The wind is calm now.

Everything around me

speaks of a peacefulness that is

truly uncommon. 

I close my eyes

      and breathe slowly,

                  as if to save the picture

                                  on the memory banks 
of my mind.

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