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It was the end of the day. I decided to sit on a metal bench, the cold feel of it gave me shivers. I was very close to the shore of the lake, so my toes were in the chilled water.
It was the end of the day. I decided to sit on a metal bench, the cold feel of it gave me shivers. I was very close to the shore of the lake, so my toes were in the chilled water.
Of a peaceful nature In a state of tranquility The calmness of waters All is quiet as can be As moments come about For everyone to see Placidity and serenity All is quiet as can be
What does it mean When you read and are at peace How do I get transported to somewhere else In a few seconds, minutes, hours How can I fathom That I step foot out of my body Into another land
Ever quiet Ever still Green and gold Speckled with white   A soft humming grows Whizzes by Fades   Leaping and laughing the trees begin to dance
Listen to the whisper of the rocks, telling their ancient story.  Listen to the murmur of the river, speaking of past glory.  Listen to the sighing of the winds, declaring the old ones’ coming.
Of great tranquility Nothing but quiet and peace Not a sound can be heard A soul that is at ease Comforting and soothing What a placid sensation As moments come to pass There is deep meditation
( Copy change of Thesaurus by Billy Collins)   Dear Billy Collins 
Free and flowing,It glides along the banks,On a journey of it’s own Sometimes rushing,At other times calm and glassy.
light filtered through the window caresses your cheekyour skin glistens and begs to be touchedeyelashes slowly flutter as your approach consciousnessi have come to treasure the beautiful way you sleep.  
Sitting by the pool, I squinted my eyes at the torrid back yard, my lawn chair slightly separated from the others. My glass of iced tea sat within reach, ready to rescue an overheated and dried out tongue. 
I'm swimming in a sea of metaphorical green, Taking pleasure in the beauty that's to be seen. I can't complain right now I am facing my test I have a field of hardships to plow There's no time to rest
Different, Yes, But just like you; Only I have a gift. I can make castles, So pure, So clean. Watch, I'll show you. This city, A city of glass,
The world is a dark and dreary place But you are the light in my life   You are the sunbeams caressing my skin As if saying hello to an old friend   You are the burst of warm air
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep  I get lost in the many melodies that the birds sing  I laugh at the way that the sun has to shine so brightly because it loves to be the center of attentio
We went on adventures and saw neat things. We followed the music in hopes for our hearts to sing.
Red, blue, and yellow, Colors of beach umbrellas Cooling off surfers From the summer heat to the Relaxation of the waves   Hot sand and cool wavesExperience of beaches Memories are made
Nights like these are what I cherish the most  The unmade bed, the lull of the outdoors  Light seeping trough the blinds  An ambient glow casts over you face  A face so peaceful and content 
"The expanse of the sky  The shine of the stars When the sleeping world lies The golden silence is ours The great big sea With hidden graves The oceans deep With countless waves
My world is better As I hear the thunderous, yet peaceful waves. It’s the most wonderful feeling ever. Finally, this is my chance to be brave.  
The things I see in the darkness of my room at night they flicker with fairy-like insincerity of dreams you don't quite remember Memories of your hand in mine fades like I've rubbed my eyes too hard
Upon a mid-summer afternoon The curtains find release Dancing with the wind Fluttering with the breeze Silent
Peaceful in Heaven Exciting on Earth Angels watching over you Candles flaming Endless time coming Full of dreams Under the stars Love all around    
Left and right,The Music flows.Forward and backward,
Umbrella Soft touches graze my arms the cooling touch sinking through my shirt
light softly reflects off of the pond   wind whistles through leaves and grass   time has stopped   leaves begin to  fall and blow quickly beside me  
Cease and desist Or else suffer the consequence We live in a police state Corruption is rampant Forces of racists and brutatlity reign Another innocent gunned down, bring a city to fame
As the steps outside are taken from the once pitch black demon eyes garage yellow gazers... The desert UPS package rain clouds like adobe hang above me hazel a tree in a snowy desert
My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound? Is a soft noise
Beyond the hope that lies within A fire burning ; paper thin
What a difference a night can make.   You fell asleep to the blankets clinging to your face Their fibers shielding your eyes From the darkness that chills your bones. Your eyes scrunched,
I'll protect you from your fears like I have for all these years   your dreams in the still of night will not cause you any fright   darkness will bring only rest and sleep
she breaths quiety sleeping soundly upon swead cushions comfortable and peaceful
Tress  Bright lights  stillness  Silent surrounding at a  lit moon 
Dropping to the ground, Solid droplets lying down In absence of sound.
Slowly, slowly sailing.  Lazily, readily, whimsically, wailing. Waves around us, dancing and singing, the bell on the lighthouse softly ringing.   A "swoosh" of the sea foam, 
It always amazes me how beautifully she snores once she’s talking to me. No matter how badly her and I both haven't been able to sleep.
You walk lightly upon the earth Made up of stardust and love. Running through time in an unresting pace. Awakening like the sun
What would we be if god made it so we couldn't see?
light blue ocean of air with giant metal birds flying without a care sending gusts of wind my way this is a very relaxing day 4/26/13 CNA
Some things in this world give me hopeWhen I hear the clash of voices speak outI am surprised by the peoples empathy
  Noises everywhere
  How curious it is, to walk along beaches Made of thousand-year old shells, and Think about how young we in are in comparison. Sand dollars and dried-up crab shells floating around
What do you see when you gaze into my eyes ......as u try to unravel my mind picking out bits and pieces of things you find fit to know and discover? What do you feel when your finger tips meet my skin
Slowly falling from the sky With the wind blowing harder and harder The day ends with a great sigh Fall ends with the start of winter   Slowly falling from the clouds A breeze hits with a plow
All my life - I've been trying to find Such a beautiful place, Like the one in my mind. Somewhere that no one else can trace. Now here I am Standing in front of it, Not giving a damn,
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