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Laying at the top of the green, hand in hand
Looking into the horizon at the distant land,
A crisp breeze blows through my hair.
I’m soaking up the sun whilst cherishing the air.
My secret location to think & remember
A place I visit every December,
Admiring the nature & the clouds in the sky
So secluded that no one could hear me cry.
Surrounded by ducks scurrying around the ground,
My heart is here, my heart is found.
There is a comfort found in nature.
A love that travels through all the creatures.
Whatever the worry I will have that spot
Where time is precious & time stops,
A place to go, my comforting pleasure.
Full of balance, which is my treasure.
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