The Placebo Cell


Country side Laguna, waiting

sight befriending, open mind

I'd terry through a shaded bramble

counting thistle in my strides


gaping willows, cover mountains

misty walkways leading towards.

lemon breeze, gently wafting

as clouds composite spoken words


looking back and thinking

deep inside the prison walls

how intercoms convince us daily

that man cannot escape his flaws


and shining light illuminates

through ducts which i confide

freshly cut,the scent of lawn

conceals the length of time

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Another beautiful piece! The last line, "freshly cut,the scent of lawn conceals the length of time" is wonderful and so perfect a note on which to end.

All the best,