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Date Added: April 07, 2010 17:04:29 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I let my hair run wild like the rugged turbulent moor

The water so fresh, the water so pure

My mind comes alive in its own realm of mystique

I run with the wind, no direction do I seek

 

Liberation is in my nature as daffodils are in spring

I love walking through this land; I take peace in everything

I tread through the lilac heather, heading for the sun

I feel neither regret nor shame for any bad Iíve ever done

 

I can accept what god has made me; I know I am no saint

I am a blend of colours that only I can paint

This land makes me believe that I am just like the sea

I crash in my anger and I float in the breeze

 

Dark clouds begin to intrude in my haven

But almost like my land is answering me, a forest invites me in

The trees then shelter me willingly as we wait for the rain bringers to go by

And sweet birds sing in harmony on the canopy layer way up high

 

I come upon an idyllic stream that weaves smoothly through the trees

And laugh in merry leisure through the honey suckle leaves

I wash myself in the sparkling water, which feels like silk to the skin

And smile in my contentment, as the sun fights the rain and wins

 

I re-enter on a sloping field filled with beautiful butterflies

And I wonder if this is heaven I wonder if I have died

Because of simple pleasures, in abundance I am immense

Have I fallen into the sky? I am lost to common sense

 

I am wakened from my dream as the church rings its bell

And know that I must obey it, as all sinners go to hell

Although I find it hard to leave my beloved scene

I know I must leave it sometimes, as it is not always a fine thing to get too keen

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