Inland

A beautiful place

amidst mountains

where the sky is blue

water is clear

leaves are crimson

mist surrounds

clouds are close at hand

the heart has decided to stay

ever since

with camera lens and eyes

i take snapshots of splendid lives

you'll love the silence of the night

not a subtlest sound can escape

the sensitivity

the wind swirls

little insects whisper

magnificence of the meadow

not a trace of dirt

has tainted the pulchritude

all of it makes me

crave to take

it all in

I've been here already

ans here has been somewhere in my heart

 the ethereal spiritual realm

I've been holding on to.

 

 



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