I travel to the far off land


I travel to the far off land
Where my pining heart lies
Listen to birds that sing
And soar in the skies

Winter, spring, summer or autumn 
Where the mornings are fresh
The days are beautiful 
And life in no rush

Sun -that basks in its full glory
Where the skies are so blue;
Flowers, trees colourful
And clouds too sorry!

I travel to that land of dreams
Where everything thrives
No burden, no worries 
And all happy vibes!


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