Nature's Escape
a tortured soul needs a place to roam a retreat to live without the teardrops, to dance beneath the rain run today to the land of the gnomes hide your pain under the mask of the faeries sing away your blues the wind of the willows will lull you to sleep purifying your soul with each warm gust silver moon your window to heaven guiding you closer to the stars above where your happiness awaits love life once more learn to breathe with your heart, your soul let the perfume of the air swallow your sadness turn your tears into waterfalls, soothing wounds with their rhythmic song nature's magic can erase your pain relieve the torture in your life as you run to the land of the caterpillars drink from the pools...ever self cleansing and sing a song to the rising dawn, watching your fears float away with the southern wind Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 24 2001 12:18 PM PST, Nichole 18 • 0 • 13
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"a tortured soul needs a place to roam ..."