A Quiet Place
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When I was young, Nature was my only friend;
She was a godsend.
I'd go to the woods to find a quiet place;
when my pulse would race.
And there, I'd create my own reality;
where life was carefree.
Alone with my thoughts and imagination;
I felt elation.
No need to pretend
or overextend;
when I was young, Nature was my only friend.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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