Violins, drums, guitars, and their tones,
nuts with squirrels standing on the stones.
Glittering high above the stars below the lake,
roll in the clouds and reflections away take.
Peace with piece of mind and food of thought,
distant wolves howl heard from quiet spots.
A tent, a fire, bug spray spreading sounds,
relaxing while camping nature all around.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2026 04:36
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Comments1
Well voiced it is these sounds that I love and that relax me. Well written
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