Statue of peace

Chimes of little sleigh bells whistle along the birds.
I see the shims hiding behind trees, unbothered watching as the river goes.

Forward in the movie, past obstacles in a page turning romance.
Catching the dullness in it’s drift, creating a statue of peace.

Laundry tumbling in soaky bubbles.
Cross legged in front of the machine watching the cycles turn.

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