My pen scribbles tales of,places I have never been ,
of mystic mountains and meadows green.
Of solitary trees dancing in the wind,
I wish I were one of these .
My pen scribbles tales of new friends,
I never had and of dishes I wish to have.
Of vagabonds and their travelling life ,
I wish I could feel those vibes.
of mystic mountains and meadows green.
Of solitary trees dancing in the wind,
I wish I were one of these .
My pen scribbles tales of new friends,
I never had and of dishes I wish to have.
Of vagabonds and their travelling life ,
I wish I could feel those vibes.
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