Halfway, between lunch and tea
underneath the old gum tree
gazing up, towards the sky
I dream my life passing by.
Clouds float above my eyes
the cockatoo’s begin to cry
the wind whistles through the trees
and I am open to evenings breeze.
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My Pilgrimage Through Sanity.
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