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The grass sways with the wind

That lightly tickles my face

Caressed by the sun' rays

Lightly leaving its' trace.

The river's flow sings

In harmony with the birds

My spirit, for a moment, at peace,

This feeling I put into words.

When my life gets stressful

I retreat back to this land

That lives in my head 

And helps me recuperate again

This is a very nice poem

I liked it

I liked it a lot

I liked it more than your self abused thot

For real tho

I actually did like it

Its something that got me to feel a lot

A whole lot of feels for the self imposed "for real"s