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middle of the grass

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Middle of the grass



When I stand middle of the grass







And close my eyes









Wind is blowing


Flower is whispering















The smell of grass start surrounding me

Only peace can exist






No confusion






No depression




All I have to think






All I have to consider

Is the beautiful color of grass








The Beautiful singing of grass,


The beautiful feeling of grass










I’m singing and singing for this beautiful grass






Pure feelings arise because of the grass

Feel happy that I’m in the middle of the grass





In the midst of peace



In the midst of happiness





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