Primordial Place - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Primordial Place

A cool mist brings
Down the temperature,
Filling each breath
With refreshing moisture
As we walk on the
Green, saturated earth
In what feels like a
Hidden, primordial place,
Far away from civilization.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer