February – post 14th :-) !!
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William Kean Seymour —
‘In a cool solitude of trees
Where leaves and birds a music spin,
Mind that was weary is at ease,
New rhythms in the soul begin.’WALKING through this beautiful weave of old trees i stood long and admired ….
‘I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude; ‘
William Wordsworth ❤
…And at the close of my tranquil wandering I come across the Ultimate Sense of Solitude….. ❤