nirvana at last

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When things go wrong and it all becomes complicated i no longer want to think. To escape reality i visit a place i call romanda my nirvana

Submitted: May 02, 2011

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In the middle of none were there is a large filed of long wheat grass and a big tree and further down there is a creek surrounded by plants and tall trees. I sometimes lie on the warm comfy grass and i gaze into the sky as the clouds form shape. I sit under a big tree and i see raben birds endlessly chase each other. As i walk along the creek i see myself reflection follow me. When i climb trees it reminds me of childhood memories. When im swimming in the creek i float on my back and close my eyes i  feel all my hate drift away. Soon romanda i will return


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