I find my peace in the summer wind and the rising Sun and the dew upon the leaves. I’ll find my peace in the rolling clouds and the whispering Meadows that hold secrets that only my heart can hear. I find my peace under the waters and in the fire as they quench my thirst and ignite my soul. I find my peace with the sweet caress of the voice of the one I love as she lays bound to my heart and soul like a tether to a ship in the moore or better yet a vine to the tree… Or more so like a soul to a soul. I find my peace as I lay upon the roof top and gaze up at the stars, the vast universe playing with my eyes as I paint pictures of past and future, but live in the moment. I find peace as I lay my head up on the pillow and drift into dreams that, whether they sting or whether they soothe, I wake with a smile as the scent of love lingers upon my lips… I say your name… My smile creeps… And I am at peace.
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Robert Helma
Hello! I am a amateur in every sense of the word, but I love to write! This is a great experience for me to test my abilities.
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