Oracle's Anthology

A peaceful place

Softly, gracefully,
The morning clouds drift above.
Unawares of the one who watches below enchantedly.

Lying still in the meadow,
The wind caresses my locks tentatively,
As one would comfort a young calf.

For a moment,
Time stands still,
And peace descends like a torrent.

And as I close my eyes,
The sour memories from the past...
...fades...
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©Oracle🌹

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A/N: My twin sis asked me to write a poem about 'a peaceful place' after successfully answering a question I threw out. I guess she earned it😉 so here it is!

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