Paradise place

“What is truth?”, the river-reeds mock me.
The olive trees join in the teasing: “… and what is the meaning of life?”
The wind bellows down the valley and laughs: “What is my role in the world?”

A young bird lands on a stone and distracts me from their game.
The river bubbles quietly between my toes
and the sun warms my back.


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