The soothing embrace of the zephyr
Like a touch of soft moiré
Calming to me : a careworn soul,
Atop a cliff; with a mind awhirl.
In front of me : beauty en masse
Which nothing else can surpass
Never a miniscule flaw to accuse
Just miles and miles to admiringly peruse.
A ruminative flight over hills and streams
A subliminal descent into the valley of dreams
As I float serenely into a faraway realm;
Humming to the sound of a distant requiem.
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