Poetry of People / 194

We connected with Ben, 31, from Los Angeles, Ca. 

"Sun's rays shine through trees

Wind blows strongly scattering 

Everything in its wake

The elements at play make

All my contrivances seem unneeded 

Ravens glide through space

Leaving not a trace

This dance is perfect and unborn, 

Yet unceasing in appearance."

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