The Balm of Life

The morn

gazing through the window

not a soul to be seen

the trees gently swaying

the sky ghostly grey

πŸŒ‘

The Cat

next to me

curled up

quietly snoring

dreaming of the hunt I suspect

πŸŒ‘

The morn

a time of peace

quiet contemplation

The soul refreshing

Balm of Life

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