Green hills roll and farmers’ fields stretch
side by side with fingers of forested tracts,
an ebb and flow of fertile terrain.
New leaves stain the trees,
pale silk over naked shoulders.
Mist diffuses the clouded light,
enshrouds the slumbering knolls.
The ambience settles behind my eyes
and cozies around my heart.
Cool drizzle freckles my skin and curls my hair.
I feel content.
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