August 30, 2011

The simple life in a pure, limitless expanse
The words of anger and despair left far behind.
The serene water flows on the grassy greens,
And the chirrup of the bird soothes the mind.

Into such a world, o Lord, let me awake,
Far from the maddening crowds of the day.
Where my mind could rest in everlasting peace,
And hearts of people won't have shades of gray.

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