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During the night,
I stumble through forest bramble
Searching for something to keep sane.
The oasis,
Revealed by verdant wooded breadth
Acts to aid my exhausted heart.
Chaste cool water,
Thistles pink with floral fragrance;
I cannot imagine sweeter.
Only this place
No longer lives outside my mind.
About the Creator
A. Jannay
A disabled paramedic turned poet and writer. I spend my free time dabbling in poetry, performance arts, and community organizing and advocacy.
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