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Escape


Sylvan scenes of virgin timber

an enchanted forest she longs to discover

where mighty oaks give inspiration

and leaves aid in rejuvination

she need a place to breath in the summer.

 

In a morning-dew meadow in mid-september

she wishes to rest in peaceful slumber

to spend the day in sun-soaked contemplation

to be in a world of her own.

 

Her  sapped up spirit seeks the shelter

only to be found in the embrace of nature

her escape from reality, her way of liberation

the colors, the sun, the air; her only intoxication

craving this pleasure, she wants to remain forever

in this world of her own.

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