A Place

I have a place, Where I go to be alone. Where love grows in the trees, and tranquility blows with the wind. Peace floats with the leaves in autumn, and beauty is in the eyes of all. Few people dwell there, which is rather astonishing: For the key to this world is simply the boundries of... imagination.

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