"Having grown up in an idyllic village, I consider myself as blessed. I was rid of all rigid formalities of urban living. Enjoyed the artless innocence of countryfolks, breathed fresh air, occasionally pranced through wilderness, talking to wildflowers and butterflies" - By Poet There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm, Sent out by far flung lush green country farm. Where trees in glee sweep heaven with their crown, And songbirds, the surrounding valley drown. There the air, fresh and sweet like forest glade, And Heaven blesses rich, the country wide. Where the rural folk in their toil and pride, With their artless and modest life reside. To such idyllic bliss, I long to go, Where life like a silent river shall flow.
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