in a breezy place, meadow's green grasses, fresh air to breathe in, flowers that surrounds you're free to pluck for it grows bizarrely as fast as dragonflies and bees flies and buzzes above me, i could never get tired of all these weirdness. and i looked up, there i found the bluest sky, i'm in cloud nine that tears glistened in my rosey cheeks.
the serenity pierces through my bosom and it hurts, good hurt. i've been yearning for this kind of peace for i can't count how many times now, though i've been here for quite long enough. this feels like home, that whenever i stepped out, i yearn for it, again and again, and again. i keep coming back, as if i've nowhere else to run to.
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