Bombarded by daily routines of life, seeking solitude
somewhere away from all activity.
Relaxing in the spirit of nature, contemplating heaven
on another plain, developing inner peace before going
back to it all again.
Beauty surrounding this little space in time, beckoning
to complete this tour of life and be recreated spiritually.
Turning back forever, the hands of time.
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