20. (11-13-19, Lewiston)
At night when snow is fallen fresh
Radiant with the light of the moon
At its peak luminance shining so high
A tear wells up and slips from my eye
It’s a spiritual sensation
To gaze upon this scene
One finds within their heart
The joy and love of being
Not of gods or ghosts or demons
But of the ocean of the mind
Tranquility and turmoil together
Churning and floating thoughtful
Distinct
One interlinked
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