Far far away

Old paths and white clouds
A gentle river meanders by
Far from maddening crowds
as we touch the blue sky
Lush fields of green gold
Scent of a bountiful earth
A beautiful feeling so old
Nothing nor sight of dearth
Thus have I heard of it all
Indeed quite a blessed quiet
High, but not afraid to fall
Keeping off of all the riot
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼


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