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A Place of Peace

Flying through the clouds staring in awe at their beauty.
Floating in white purity, I’m bewildered at what they symbolize.
Soaring through the heavens looking down on the world.
All I can do is forget all my problems and continue my observational journey.
Stunned at how they just stare back.
It’s like they can tell a story, they can say anything without any words.
It’s amazing how much we have in common.
My breath taken away and my mind blown.
Just soaring in silence soaking in their beauty.
Looking at these creations of nature, thinking to myself.
If only I could stay here, in this wondrous place of peace.





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