Not as many leaf blowers,
the silence isn’t golden.
It should have freed us,
we smile at almost no one.
Perceptive, passionate, and daring thoughts and feelings about our difficult times.
Not as many leaf blowers,
the silence isn’t golden.
It should have freed us,
we smile at almost no one.
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
Creative thinker & Poet
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