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Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
The emerald hills in silence bide.
A path winds gently through the green,
Where dreams are walked and thoughts are seen.
One soul with pack, both small and brave,
Treads softly through the valley's wave.
The breeze hums songs from ages past,
While flowers bloom and moments last.
No city's sound, no burdened pace,
Just nature's arms, a calm embrace.
And in this peace, so deep, so still—
The heart finds voice upon the hill. 5 replies
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