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Friday, August 21, 2015

Lost in thought

By the side of the river
The silver meander
I walk, lost in thought
To refresh renew and repair
 
The chirping of the birds
The slow swaying of trees
The lush green beneath me
And the blissful breeze
 
A perfect picture they paint
I, however, am rooted within
I look inside my heart
Oblivious to the worlds’ spin

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