A Spacious Sound
there is a spacious sound
in the trees overhead
much like a sea beyond
it is the wind —
it bears disquietude —
my essence overflowing
forsaken, underneath the stars
my soul is yet to live
ample skies, just and expansive
what is this unsettled conscience?
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