I don't see the hills as much as I'd like to.
A late afternoon by the cairn amongst the devotees,
A quiet weekend with the green of the waters and the blue of the sky
I can't think of anything else I need to get by
I don't see the rivulet as much as I'd love to
A breezy après midi on the pebbles amongst the believers,
Peacocks cooing across the waters and the flutist playing his melody
Come, let's sit together and let the whole world be. 🏞️
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