Living WIthin

I am here, not there.. There is crowded, noisy.. There covets positioning, attentioning_ There, I have tried.. Dancing the dance required.. Perfecting pleasing personas_ There drains and irritates.. Pleasantries babbled, grate.. Absent sincerity offends_ Here, settling happens.. Breezes nudging, fanning the glow.. Shorn grass smelling a lost memory_ Observing there from here.. Ponderings, reflections bloom & fade.. Silent sighs shudder through my here_ READ FULL POEM

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