My car feels like freedom.
The air smells of liberation.
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The mountains,
Call my name .
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Above the mountains,
A sky clear and blue.
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My favorite artist sings out,
Raising my spirits to the clouds.
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Chocolate in my mouth,
Superior in taste.
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Car drives itself,
To my favorite place.
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The trees rise above me,
The valley below.
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The wind whispers truths,
No other can hear.
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Surely G-d resides here.
A place of magic just for us.
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Just me and the creator,
The birds and the trees.
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Where is heaven?
Believe me I know.
About the Creator
Rebecca Keene
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