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The Book of Counted Sorrows

Writings, poems,musings, short stories, rants, and who knows what else
2 years ago. June 30, 2022 at 11:05 AM

The dreamsweapt landscape or rolling grassy hills, the flowers upon the wheat a pale purple.
The sky an ever soothing shade of dusk orange. Violet and purple clouds grace the windy sky as the move along slowly.
The grasses flow like a slightly disturbed pond.
The air is warm and strongly scented, lilac, lavender, lotus, and lily.
The winds soft soothing hum, and the feel of it across your face like a light sea breeze.
Monuments to long dead and forgotten goddesses  of beauty and love grace every pool or bench.
Walk ways of soft milky marble meander through this endless hilltop.
No disturbances, only the peace of inner beauty.
An artists ideal world.
A place where love never ends, a place i forgot about.

Never again shall I forsake the fields of my inner Elysium.
My inner peace.
I will hold my creation, my world of dreams closely.


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