alric hutchinson Poems

I heard once of this place called paradise, a passion closer than you think. A place where the sun beyond the golden hills would sink. A place with tears of joy cried rivers of happiness, cought up in this moment, nothing more, nothing less; an undefined time or place, feel the gentle wind as it puts a smile upon your face.

Seas with the reflection of memories and trees with fallen leaves, each representing your enemies.
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