I have lost my heart
Somewhere to the wilderness
Of a dense forest
Where sound of city
Won't disturb my peace while
I take my rest
Sound of streams and
Song of birds will be there to
Keep me glad
Scent of wild flowers
Will give me new hope to live
And I won't feel sad
From din of a city
And perpetual struggle to win
And excel
I like to go away for
Ever though my body has become
Weak and frail
With bare earth below
And under the shed of trees that
Stand tall
I will live as a sage
Bleeding poems of love till I will
Get my final call
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Sound of streams and Song of birds will be there to Keep me glad Scent of wild flowers Will give me new hope to live And I won't feel sad.... lovely theme. We need peace and dense forest is the peaceful mansion where we may live with peace like a sage. Thanks.
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