.
.
on a log i sit
in my happy place
inhale the fragrance…
wood smoke and cedar.
.
attend the aria
of the nightingale —
her longing,
each twitter and trill,
writes on my heart.
.
a bird on a branch
me on a log
forever
.
.
.
on a log i sit
in my happy place
inhale the fragrance…
wood smoke and cedar.
.
attend the aria
of the nightingale —
her longing,
each twitter and trill,
writes on my heart.
.
a bird on a branch
me on a log
forever
.
AHH…I can fell it in my lungs already :)
ohh that suddenly made me realise,happy place is nowhere but within us :)
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I know that place. I found it as a child and forgot it as a man. Now I am needed to become a child again. I am enjoying your work
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Yes, I am at my most peaceful when I am in nature. Everything makes sense, everything goes on as if I weren’t there. I am just another of nature’s elements, a curiosity sometimes, but not overly interesting.
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