End has come with a blend*
I come down to sit on the grassy knoll
The silence comes about me and my senses on hold
I see the tree tops and the blend of clouds
I start deeper inward and to hear nothing so loud
But it is when I open my eyes in such a blend
I know Now that my being has passed on as that world has end
Dom*Coilucci 2011
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