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Huge billowing pink-hued clouds in the sky Nodding daffodils tilt their heads as I pass by The end of the world is nigh Another paradigm will die Rocks remain solid beneath my feet The waters, as still as a glass sheet Silhouettes of trees at dusk The sounds of the ripples as the winds adjust A more peaceful place I could not find But the end of the world is nigh The air is crisp and I can breathe It’s warm enough, with only a slight breeze Snow on the mountains, far off in the distance But the end of the world is nigh I’m meant to shudder and cry If I let go of fear and hope Drop them like a ***** rope My mind is free from expectation My heart open to liberation Now I can stop and see, All that is around me… The first stars in the evening sky, The fading light, The mouse, in the tree stump close by I can appreciate this temporary beauty And feel the real call of duty Even if the end is nigh I will not die, I will not sigh, I will not cry, I will fly on high Fear is far from my mind There are much better things to find
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
An Evening Walk
Huge billowing pink-hued clouds in the sky Nodding daffodils tilt their heads as I pass by The end of the world is nigh Another paradigm will die Rocks remain solid beneath my feet The waters, as still as a glass sheet Silhouettes of trees at dusk The sounds of the ripples as the winds adjust A more peaceful place I could not find But the end of the world is nigh The air is crisp and I can breathe It’s warm enough, with only a slight breeze Snow on the mountains, far off in the distance But the end of the world is nigh I’m meant to shudder and cry If I let go of fear and hope Drop them like a ***** rope My mind is free from expectation My heart open to liberation Now I can stop and see, All that is around me… The first stars in the evening sky, The fading light, The mouse, in the tree stump close by I can appreciate this temporary beauty And feel the real call of duty Even if the end is nigh I will not die, I will not sigh, I will not cry, I will fly on high Fear is far from my mind There are much better things to find
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Tracita
Planet Earth
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
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