Alone in the field of daffodils and dandelions,
wishing wells of untold hopes and dreams—
Old acacia tree stood tall and proud,
bearing memories of the past sets the mood astound.

Clear waters of the silent stream of broken hearts and wounded souls,
hellhounds wander beneath the shadows of the forest ground,
and those eyeing wise fowls—Guarding innocence,
fragile psyches and lonesome spirits This has to be the place in between life and death...
The gray area where you can still wander whether to choose nirvana or the wrath of hell.


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