lørdag 29. august 2015


A place where no words can hide truth,
where the shifting skies share a beacon of the pink light.
The whistling leaves leave you with no doubt,
there is no uncertainty of the beauty before you.
You are not left wondering of truth,
the truth shows itself as a cold gust of wind caressing your soul.
There is nothing to discern,
the tall trees hold no judgement.
A bird shows itself,
curious of your presence.
It is on a journey just like yourself.
Dawn is approaching,
but the dark bears no lies.
The sun is resting,
and the moon now resides.
Sensations overflowing,
the nature around you bears no grurdge,
it allows you to be.
Be one by its side.

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