Wind blowing into winds crossing,
Words flowing into others talking,
Leaves bustling with children rustling,
A rebuke of sortsĀ allĀ receives,
In this moment a thought conceives,
What grand and simple memories,
In calm or chaos,
Are Sanctimonious.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

*Sorry for not always listening…but it’s hard to think when you are talking.

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