In the wind there is a chair,
and I sit down to repair my aches,
a break from the urge of the world,
I relax in an instant of sanity.
In the wind there is a chair,
that hugs in ergonomic smoothness,
while dreams cradle,
and the soul whispers free and calm.
I give myself to the waiting patient,
aware of every breath,
while I walk towards death.
A piano song,
a caress of peace,
calm mind,
and serene breathing.
In the wind there is a chair,
where I restore at will,
the sadness of my steps.

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Published on Sunday, September 25, 2022.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • The-Ardent On Monday, September 26, 2022, The-Ardent (24)By person wrote:

    I liked this, it gave me a calming effect.

  • LIFEINVADER On Tuesday, September 27, 2022, LIFEINVADER (78)By person wrote:

    I'm glad you found it soothing, thanks for the read.

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