• thoughtfulsisters 6w

    Even the dust here is so pure
    All the diseases I had caught
    Coming here, found the cure

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    Heaven

    The smell of fresh fields;
    The pure, fresh and cleanest air,
    Makes the inhaling process fascinating than ever
    As I pass by,
    The running;still trees
    Soothes my burning eyes.
    Coming back to my native eyes
    Calms my restless mind
    Refreshed with all the memories,
    Lovely and kind
    Walking across those narrow streets
    Clears the dirt of my hurting feet
    Even the dust here is so pure
    All the diseases I had caught
    Coming here, found the cure
    All the time, I was here
    Thought of being in the big city
    With all the facilities, will bring the joy
    Now I miss this heaven
    Coming here is my only prayer
    ©thoughtfulsisters