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hill above Taff Wells
the hill above Taff Wells
- it's orange brown green
and misty cloud enveloped -
says "peace" to me
while the train rattles "commerce"
and my gut ruffles
it ruffles me
the round lady across the aisle
is she frumpy or dumpy
I look away
all day I'm "judging"
exhausting my patience
am I discerning
learning
or exhausting my soul
they say there's an end to
this journey
yeah the wheel fall off the bus
and us oldies filter through meditation
looking for relief
in the UK the autumnal trees
are yellowy browns and brown greens
a refinement of the day
on our treadmill way
oh half a year and spring will
spring lime bright
and we'll go walking through the town
clinging to promise
expecting satisfactions to be there for a prayer
say thank you and smile
we've been here before
in the eternal bright and blight
while the hills above Taff
Wells
orange brown green
and misty cloud 'veloped
say peace
say peace
on this autumnal day
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