Commonplace
In sun’s repose, where earth’s quiet burgeons, in the cool, soft hum of fallen petals;
commonplace blooms, yard of waxing joy, yea, sweet normal, shatters me whole.
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H.D.
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HD
Commonplace
In sun’s repose, where earth’s quiet burgeons, in the cool, soft hum of fallen petals;
commonplace blooms, yard of waxing joy, yea, sweet normal, shatters me whole.
H.D.
HD