To sit surrounded

To sit surrounded
by organised words
which can softly fall
onto clean, snow-like
silent lands
or crash and cry
as seagulls in the sky,
to sit surrounded
is my way out
from all sad things
and from whatever
life
is all about.

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Author: George McDermid

I scratch out poems, and the odd little tale. Mostly for my own amusement.

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