Feel the breeze of the morning air
A perfect scenery that I'd stare
The sound of birds that keeps me wanna hear
With my foot on the cold ground bare
We live in our simple abode
Beautiful rustic and old
Nostalgic memories are kept untold
Are treasures of gold
In this little town
I missed the trees that surrounds
The kind of joy and laughter echos around
This is my kind of home bound
The valleys I see around
And the towns' sacred clouds
Wanted me to escape the city's crowds
Missing the nature's sounds
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Midnight's Spark
PoetryA compilation of songs and poems About hope, healing, and inspiration Feel free to read, vote and comment love lots ❤️
