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p.s. If I Stayed

So I have returned to Africa

to see the stars sparkle in black velvet skies

and the moon hang heavy over the savannah

to breathe in the early morning mist

slightly scented with smoke

and to finally collect the pieces of my heart

sprinkled under these acacia trees.

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p.s. Would you understand if I stayed ?

p.s. I Feel So Alive

I found this tranquil place

by chance this afternoon

tucked at the back

of an old English garden.

When I sit here

time doesn’t chase me

and no thought is too small

or too big to be born.

The space opens skyward

light streaming down

as if calling me, urging me

 to reach for my dreams.

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p.s. I feel so alive here.

p.s. Meet Me at the Bridge

I’m writing to you

from a boat to the past

floating slowly

along this scenic route

back to the days gone by.

I’m thinking of you

my long-lost friend

hoping to find you

downstream memory lane

all over again.

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p.s. Meet me at the bridge next to the last floodgate.

From the Outback

I got a post card

from the Outback

sent by me in the future.

It simply said:

I had solitude for breakfast

and bird’s song for dinner

my soul is embedded

in the vastness of nature

a magical, golden place

where the trails are marked

“This way to heaven.”

Thanks Baz, the Landy,  for permission to work on one of your wonderful photos from the outback. Folks, check them out at http://thelandy.com/ .