Hiding Spot

February 7, 2010
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“Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself”
To watch the sun go down
To feel the warmth on my skin

I need my space,
Away from others
I sat in the sea of green grass


I did not have to worry,
The feeling was magical
Soon I would return to my chaotic life

But I will always remember that this is my
Hiding spot

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