No one was there
My view was so wide
Blue, white, and green are the palette of the view
The wind gently touched my cheek and blown my hair
I closed my eyes
From far away, I heard the birds were playing around
I took a long breath in, and breath out
The fresh energy filled up my soul, and let the bad one go
My soul kept wondering how great His art,
I recorded that moment in my mind,
So, I could re-visit it again, and again
No matter how messed up my day
I climb the hill to have my quite time
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