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Sometimes When I sit on the edge of hill Taking the fresh air Mixed with sea salt And smell of some foreign lands I Think in myself This is all what I need Sometimes When I lie on fresh cut grass Leting my body to connect To the beginning of my self And feeling the tickles of other beings I think in myself That's all what I need. Sometimes When I give my hand to a stranger Or just a lovley word for his tired soul Seeing his thankful guard and smile on his face I Think in myself That's all what I need. I think in myself often How beatiful this world could be If everyone could just open And go back to the place Where they are free. M.T. 2016
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
I think in myself
Sometimes When I sit on the edge of hill Taking the fresh air Mixed with sea salt And smell of some foreign lands I Think in myself This is all what I need Sometimes When I lie on fresh cut grass Leting my body to connect To the beginning of my self And feeling the tickles of other beings I think in myself That's all what I need. Sometimes When I give my hand to a stranger Or just a lovley word for his tired soul Seeing his thankful guard and smile on his face I Think in myself That's all what I need. I think in myself often How beatiful this world could be If everyone could just open And go back to the place Where they are free. M.T. 2016
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
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