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A Poem by Andre Peterson

Here it was.
Drowned in sunlit heather laid all I ever wanted.
Just this chance to breathe in the air and soak in all my romances.
How calm this world turns.
Sweet mornings are a plenty here.
Here on my own.
Blanketed by my own desires.
Sheltered by my own means.
How peaceful it is here.
Caught in my own dream.

© 2016 Andre Peterson


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