BROTHERSMURRAY GET .OFF.POEMS

Some say the ripping open makes a writer the raw tearing and scars, but I prefer the gentle movement of the leaves, the touch of a soft rain on my face, and a turtle breaking the smooth surface of a pond. A place of silence, and the hearing of my own breathing there is nothing like peace the settng of a pretty sunshine make you  smille

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