Calm, joy and all that feels nice,
to sit among tress and birds,
and laugh over the same joke twice,
to look over the sea
and up into the sky carefree,
to dance and run and stroll and sway,
to stutter in french and put on a beret,
to smile and sigh,
and simply reminisce
of a time
when you were my personal paradise.
-Vedangee
