Through Ancient Playgrounds

Beaten paths with glossy roots.
These trails, they’ve seen many boots.
Sunny glades with shady spots.
Running through them, a rush of many thoughts.
Bathing lizards and singing birds.
Other people? There are no herds.
Merely stillness and solitude.
Filled with nothing, but gratitude.
Lovely poem… nice flow and rhythm.
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Thank you so much for reading ! Glad you enjoyed.
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A pleasure! 🙂
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