there are places
places on earth
that are magical
.
that no words can
hope to describe
.
where your soul
empty and drained
is restored
.
where the whispers of angels
shimmer through the trees
as if on a mist
.
perfectly and peacefully
.
and gently floating
on the late autumn breeze
.
drifting weaving
.
falling on my face
filling me with grace
.
~ poem "Places"
by Michael Traveler, author/poet
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