Nature’s blitzkrieg,
An idyllic oasis,
A piece of heaven,
A utopia on my strife torn planet!
Rolling meadows,
Wisps of lush green grass,
Waltz gently as the winds sweep.
The infinite horizon,
A tranquil panorama,
Pristine and untouched.
Cloistered by the blue canopy,
The marauding hands,
The avaricious souls,
They could not defile,
The divine microcosm.
Maybe,
The narrow paths,
They would traverse the landscape,
Permeating their healing touch,
Soothing the scarred terrain.
And our world,
It would once again bloom.
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We can live in hope…
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Yes, hoping against hope.
But still hoping
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This is so peaceful n serenity 😊👍
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Thanks
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This is beautiful. It felt so serene and hopeful. ❤
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Thank you
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