My Secret Oasis
Sitting under a tree,
Listening to the wind,
My eyes closed,
The smell of the forest,
The taste of the fresh air,
Feeling the soft grass under me.
The silent wind,
Gently caresing the trees,
Making them sway.
Small waves touch the shore,
Making the clouds look stirred on the water.
The city is gone,
In my little oasis,
In this busy world.
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some more poetry for your enjoyment or hatred. but i dont care if u hate it, but if u like it just leave comments. m'kay.
Sitting under a tree,
Listening to the wind,
My eyes closed,
The smell of the forest,
The taste of the fresh air,
Feeling the soft grass under me.
The silent wind,
Gently caresing the trees,
Making them sway.
Small waves touch the shore,
Making the clouds look stirred on the water.
The city is gone,
In my little oasis,
In this busy world.
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some more poetry for your enjoyment or hatred. but i dont care if u hate it, but if u like it just leave comments. m'kay.
