This road as if like a music...flows...

O this road
Unwoken woken still
Is like a picture postcard
Of the city going to hills...
Sleepy dreamy foggy misty
Dews dropping like white wine tasty
Filtered cool caught on looking glasses
Is like traveling a life,  to heaven me trespasses,

O this journey such music in silence breeds
that me sees how dreams tranquil gets a wake up in buried seeds
And listening to birds awakened, singing as if happy a life
Is like running flowing singing through bliss taking into green a plunge of a dive...

And see dear, can you not?
How life slow gets by Peace bought?
As if there all Hopes reside
As if there one should like a stream feel the tide...

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