I wanna see a river,
Sitting at the edge,
Throwing stones
The birds are chirping
and the leaves are moving
The sun is smiling
I love this peace
Living in a tiny house,
with the fireplace
Talking to the moon,
The stars are shining
Calm trees, chill weather
I breathe heavenly air
Rolling down the hill
at dusk, I am coming home
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Author:
Jos (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2022 04:12
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Comments1
what a soothing last verse!
a good read, with seamless flow
thanks for sharing
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