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Nov 2016
Strolling along the
path of my quiet place
I take the time observe
all the beauty of the
place I am in

From the unique wild
flowers to the birds that
seem to chirp differently,
to being free to roam about
stopping to smell the roses

My mind wiped clean of
all turmoil and daily stress
I meditate to obtain a much
deeper connecting with my
Father above to obtain peace

SOLITUDE invades my life
and speaks to me revealing
a calm, esoteric and relaxed
state of mind, which proves
essential in times of doubt.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
212
   ---, Mike Adam and cascandaza
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