All as pleasant as can be
As I recline under a tree
Visions my eyes do see
Bone chilling cold
As the day's events unfold
Majestic beauty I behold
Without a care
I blankly stare
Of life's tribulations unaware
A brief respite
Much to my delight
Day succumbing to night
As I disappear from sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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