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Woke up at 2am yesterday evening with head filled with the previous days events. A particular memory came flowing back. For some strange reason the words started to flow and I had to write them down. Is it poetry? Is it prose? The words don't rhyme. So here it is.
THE MOUNTAIN STREAM
Take a break from your journey And lie awhile beside the babbling brook Senses burst with fresh sensations, as Rays of sunlight dance across breaking waves Orchestral notes play perfect harmony, and Scent of wild flower and thyme fill the air Hands caress well groomed grasses Lips taste pure, ice cold waters Absorbing nature the heart slows down, so Peace and tranquillity enter the soul Maybe this old world ain't so bad at all?
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