*untitled*A Poem by Andre Peterson
Here it was.
Drowned in sunlit heather laid all I ever wanted. Just this chance to breathe in the air and soak in all my romances. How calm this world turns. Sweet mornings are a plenty here. Here on my own. Blanketed by my own desires. Sheltered by my own means. How peaceful it is here. Caught in my own dream.
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Added on August 1, 2016 Last Updated on August 1, 2016 Author
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