the perfect place flowing dreams of ecstasy free from your mind winding areound the trees open fields of white filled clovers swaying 'round in the wind back and forth side to side Beautiful. a place of freedom from yourself from the world cease the sound seize the moment everything as one Peace.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I think everyone needs a place of peace and beauty.
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