photo provided by Leo Oras
how I long for a place like that my time
in which to spend
a glorious, peaceful, isolated place
-of mountain, lake and wind
where my weary mind can rest and
my battered soul can mend
surrounded by nature’s beauty that my
imagination cannot transcend
no one else around to inflict with me,
no one else with which to pretend
Melanie Thomason
Great poem Melanie. “…where my weary mind can rest/and my battered soul can mend…” Beautiful. The healing power of nature.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Thank You , This is Wonderful 🙂 Happy Monday!!
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Thanks so much!
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