By the road, it's found,
Neither stolen nor spoilt,
Young and fresh,
Green and strong.
Peace at sight,
A smile on every face.
Passing by, the air blooms,
I wonder, one heart opened,
Was it a nap or stolen peace?
Which one is truly chosen?
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:17 AM UTC
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