What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 Vol. 4 | Page 28
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Grove
by Raquel Willert
Gate creaking in silence
Green between toes
Surrounding monuments
Stones standing tall
Chirps and buzz surround
Gray paths dot the green
Shelters of rock
Like forgotten castles
Lay empty
Green shoots high
Surrounding
Paths leading to
Houses of prayer
Where peaceful
Comfort is found
Breath is heard
Before anything
Thoughts slow to
A stop with no one
Complaining in sight
Because
Peace and
Tranquility
Are all that remain.