Peace
Searching in the sand for my peace
Rhythmically etching your fine lines
O how you trace the smooth and crease
Your humble simplicity surely shines
~
Will I find my pleasure in your grains
Meditatively refining my point of view
Your quality of serenity still remains
To face the world refreshed and new
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My fingers notice your rough texture
Bringing my awareness to the now
In your specks I have found a treasure
Concentrating on my truth I do avow
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The world can no longer me contain
You have lifted me high above the pain
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© Carol Campbell 2015
Writing 201 Course
Prompt:
Pleasure
Form:
Sonnet
Device:
Apostrophe
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