Nature
I stare outside the window,
At the high mountains and greeny meadows.
Everything covered with snow,
Reflects the glimpse of a mighty row.
I can hear the hustle of wind,
sounding loud is the whistle of a sting.
Minds were full of thoughts,
Clouds of fear made small clots.
Peace of night was about to fall,
setting sun,birds returnig to trees which were tall.
I was staring at the road,
Smoothness of whom,like skin of a toad.
Old memories gattering around,
making the scene more sound.
Travelling alone in the rainbow of life,
seems like bees working in a hive.
The toughness of war,
The comfort of a car,
The grazing of herds,
The chirping of birds,
Closeness of nature heels my pain,
Normalize the flow of blood in my veins.
Having peace in my minds,
Makes my attitude more kind.
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