My garden


Where is my peace?  Where is my sanctuary?

I crave the quiet and solitude of my space.  My space that's truly only mine.  I choose who can share, but why would I want to share?  

The people, the talking, the thinking, the doing, it's all too much.  

There was a time when you were my peace.  Now it's the green things, the mingling of sun and shade, the silence that's not quiet but filled with the birds and bugs you don't hear.  Unless I'm quiet.  Unless I've found my peace.  

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