Many miles I have walked on
scorching sands and over
snowy windy peaks
Searching for the path to find
a home where my soul can rest
in everlasting peace
Where abundance becomes a burden
for one but is a true blessing
for all
Auras of different shades mingle
to make the most beautiful
colors between winter
and fall
Where peace becomes not the goal
but the essence of how life
is lived
Where our measure is earned not on
how much we have but how much
we give
Oh how I yearn to walk these golden
plains on the fields of my most
passionate dreams
My soul will lead the way as my
heart remains thirsty until
quenched in the waters
of elysium streams
Photo credit: Robert Duncanson
Beautifully done. Reminds me of the poem my partner’s best friend wrote titled, “The Elysian fields” which is taken after a Greek mythology
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Thank you! I was quite fascinated with the concept after reading a little about it the other day. 🙂
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Yes it is fascinating
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Very beautiful. This piece instills such tranquility.
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Thank you so much! Tranquility is a great place to be in. 🙂
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