Groves through the Pine ...
Groves through the pine,
Where shades and shine twine...
Motion stands and stillness walks
Voice settles and silence talks
On these groves through the pine ...
Clutter meditates, dead leaves rustle
Rhythm slows with no rush no hustle
Shadow jumps behind, ahead, and side
‘I am’ merges with the time tide
On these groves through the pine ...
- MK

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