Day 52
Stretch of barren land.
Desert rose, faltering petals.
Tombstones, serene cemetery.
Rising, grey dark clouds.
Bare isolated, autumn tree.
Fallen lonely, maple leaf.
Old dusty, deserted library.
Fallen shoe, on an empty road.
Rusty green, park bench.
And her tranquil gaze.
Found beauty in all of these.
Quill and Verse 
Meditative imagery, desired to ease the mind out of emotional turmoil.
Dusty, deserted library with just the right number and angle of sunbeams cutting through the shadows, illuminating a rainbow of book spines.
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Wow I just pictured your last line. Beautiful!
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I have my moments. 😀 But, again, you supply the inspiration.
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