Soaring high across the Country , down below omlet like little green islands in various shapes, scattered across the ocean. Flying into the horizon, cold blistering mystic winds blowing across. Fluffy ice soft sky blue clouds like sweets and teddy bears and dragons dispersing around. Following the endless dark blue fathomless ocean. Whispers and cries around, love in the air.
Landing on a land filled with history and culture like no other. Chilly weather, with a dull sky. People of all ages racing to their destinations. Looking at places with excitement and wonder. Each and every place having its own story to be told. Smell of sweet wine and alcohol.
Racing on the asphalt street, taking down men; who thought could be never taken down. Green wetlands around, filled with colourful and joyous flowers and parks. Fresh breath within all. Sweet smell of freedom.
After hours of countless racing, reaching the one place I have been waiting for. Running in with joy and excitement, running into arms of caring brothers who have been missed for long. Screams of joy from all. Stories being shared about the journeys and adventures and experiences learnt.
Nothing beats a hot chocolate in the front porch swing watching the sunset over the mountains. Dogs running around barking and chasing tails. Birds tweedling on rooftops and nests. Squirrels running over power lines and fences.
Landing on a land filled with history and culture like no other. Chilly weather, with a dull sky. People of all ages racing to their destinations. Looking at places with excitement and wonder. Each and every place having its own story to be told. Smell of sweet wine and alcohol.
Racing on the asphalt street, taking down men; who thought could be never taken down. Green wetlands around, filled with colourful and joyous flowers and parks. Fresh breath within all. Sweet smell of freedom.
After hours of countless racing, reaching the one place I have been waiting for. Running in with joy and excitement, running into arms of caring brothers who have been missed for long. Screams of joy from all. Stories being shared about the journeys and adventures and experiences learnt.
Nothing beats a hot chocolate in the front porch swing watching the sunset over the mountains. Dogs running around barking and chasing tails. Birds tweedling on rooftops and nests. Squirrels running over power lines and fences.
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