There is a secret place that is there but not there. It has a name of Amora. It has rolling valleys that go on for miles. It has people lined up with many a smiles. It has creatures mythical and real. And soft breezes that are hard not to feel. Crisp waters that run with the horses and trees that turn into forests. Clouds that make fluffy pictures in the sky. Flowers that go year around and never die. The whispering tale of a province so fair. It sings and it rings as it dances through the air. It lets humanity know that it will always be there with a chirp of the bird or the roar of the bear.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this because it is a place I wish some day could truly exsist. Peace and harmony are hard things to attain but once you have them you can't let go. I wrote this on my birthday. Maybe you could even call it my birthday wish for the world.
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