Quiet Times
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Rhia Cox, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2015
Close your eyes
Listen to the wind
Magnify your senses
Forget about sin
You're completely free now
The trees rustle all around
The wind blows through your hair
As you sit there on the ground
You take off your shoes and socks
And feel the grass in your toes
You look into the orchid
And see fruit fallen in the rows