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Zen Of Silence

A lonely walk on a well beaten path, nature all around, me and my staff.

Water flows down a small little stream, everything seems to be floating, a wonderful zen dream.

Concentrating on scenes of peace, my well deserved private release.

ronin67

@ronin67

Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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