Living NestA Poem by WandererUp there in the hills,
I want to build my living nest Want to spend my
remaining life in the closet The air over there
shall be so pure I shall find the
inner peace for sure I shall spend my
day by the rivers there flowing In the night shall
observe the stars fully glowing I shall hear the
sounds of animals whispering Shall woke up to
the melody of birds chirping The place shall
take me closer to my maker I shall survive all
odds come may whatsoever I know the path is
difficult, but I am ready to toil When I die, I wish to be buried in that soil © 2019 Wanderer |
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