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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Summer's Haze</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grass shimmers in the the gentle breeze<br>Moving in waves that seem to caress the ground beneath<br>It twists and turns as if escaping an unseen foe<br>Yet in its urgency a beauty is exposed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit here on this hill alone but for my thoughts.<br>The warm sun kisses my face like no mortal dare<br>It grabs me and shares my very soul<br>I relax here like no other place on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the distance cattle graze unaware of my thoughts<br>Heads down in green field like silken blanket, <br>The many people in the distance, so many working<br>Ploughing, walking, driving, all with thoughts and dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel like an observer, a judge, a spectator on life, not in it<br>I wonder if others dare go to where I am right now<br>A time of reflection, self-pity, judgement, a time of reckoning.<br>All my senses are alive unburdened of their daily routine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The summer's haze fades the farthest view, <br>Butterflies caress the ground in flight, then settle, but only for a second.<br>Their flight of fancy catching the eye as if their lives depended on it, <br>They tussle mid-air as if to celebrate their very existence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The smell of harvest floats on the breeze, it fills my lungs with the taste of my youth<br>The days spent running in fields and climbing trees, <br>Days when the summer sun went on forever, or at least so it seemed<br>The memories of rain and dark clouds conveniently erased as we grow into adulthood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is peace. Here is the world that I have come to love, just showing off.<br>I am no stranger here, I am embraced and empowered with a faith<br>That faith is strong, it has the power to draw me to it like a moth toward light<br>I feel as one with my surroundings, I am happiest here, its where I belong. My Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dave+James">Dave James</a><div class=q>
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Moving in waves that seem to caress the ground beneath
It twists and turns as if escaping an unseen foe
Yet in its urgency a beauty is exposed

I sit here on this hill alone but for my thoughts.
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