My Therapy in Twenties
In the dense green layer,
a small wooden home,
a few days of peace,
existing all alone.
The beats are not the same:
water stream,
wild creatures,
birds talking,
the nature sings.
The painting I see from my window,
the scarf of clouds around the neck of hills,
the embellished valley simply exists.
A tall waterfall pouring its emotion.
The time stops here.
Every scary wildlife is a beauty here.
This ain't normal.
My eyes are stretched over a mile.
My destiny has carved something unreal,
a moment that feels surreal.
I am lost within the air,
a better world with every layer.
I come here often to press some brakes,
to escape from the stupid race,
to live a lonely life with slow pace.
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