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Place of Peace.
A speck cruising between open green,
So free.
Trees grown root to root,
And the sun smiling down.
Feel the wind flowing,
Hair with a mind of its' own.
The hidden grin wanting to surface.
My own place of peace;
I finally found you.
So free.
Trees grown root to root,
And the sun smiling down.
Feel the wind flowing,
Hair with a mind of its' own.
The hidden grin wanting to surface.
My own place of peace;
I finally found you.
Published 25th May 2013
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