A wider landscape I see beyond;
It beckons to me from afar.
The land has a kaleidoscope dawn
And many wonders that lay beyond.
Run your hands over its grasses blonde;
Catch a whiff of its sacred rose attar.
To a kinder landscape I go beyond;
Someday it will beckon no more.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2024 20:52
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
I am needing to dwell inside the walls.
Good write Amy.
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