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Peace
 

 

The wispy wind sways blossoms that grow
canary sings and the melody flows
in the open field where wildflowers grow
beautiful scenery build memories of gold


Peace is found in the country side
tenderly flows where red roses lie
it wraps around the body and soul
Nature`s magic lets peace unfold

By Rita

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