Long
Story Short
Long story short
Or short story long,
From the tip of your tung
Deep from your breathing lung,
You are thankful
For what remains in the fistful
And sad of what lost.
You can be grateful
For life of fresh air, the most.
Here is a journey
I did not ask for
Like before.
Outdoors welcome
You as you are –
Quiet, messy, and keeping calm.
Do you know what? –
It does more than enough.
Tomshinsky@2025
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