the breeze feels cool
on my face chest
a bird calls somewhere
beyond the yard
and a statue of Ataturk
can be seen
through the trees
a schoolyard empty now
still an hour before
the call to prayer
but my soul
finds peace
in the space
between the leaves
in the air
not quite dawn
not quite night
Being Present for the Moment
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Nice poem..
Thank you.
Beautiful poetry.
Thank you.
Lovely.
Thank you.
love that peace in the space between the leaves…
Thank you, Maureen. You would understand that.
So lovely and inspiring. Thanks for the share. 🙏
Thank you.