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Nature never hurries. Atom by atom, little by little she achieves her work - Ralph Waldo Emerson I've been so in love with using a canvas brush so I came up with another scenery! Hope it ...

Would that I could lay beside

The swirling waters there

Perchance I'd dream, perchance I'd find

A world without a care.


Where birds do rest from weary flight

Near flowers most divine

Where mosses grow and shim'mring pools

From which I'd drink like wine.


Where shade and sun meet in a kiss

And waterfalls do pour

Perchance one day I'll find me there

And rest there evermore.


Inspired by the piece above. Dedicated to Zaina Isard

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