I think of peace and freedom,
When I do not notice shimmer...
...on the faces of children,
Gleaming forth...
...from their distressful souls, ...
I think of peace and freedom,
When the sun's rays passing...
...through mist and haze, ...
...fail to throw glimmer of light...
...on our meadows and moors at dawn, ...
I think of peace and freedom,
When the migratory birds...
...from far off lands come...
...to my pristine water bodies...
...and green valleys, ...
...for food and breeding, ...
...and enjoying life in...
...peace and freedom,
All the while composing...
...melodious symphonies...
...to express their heartfelt joy,
Mykoul
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