Again my fancy takes to flight,
And soars away on thoughtful wings,
Once more my soul thrills with delight,
From Earthly scenes awhile, I find release
Where nothing disturbs and nothing harm,
I find no sorrow, woe or care,
These all are lost in perfect calm,
Bright are the joys, where worries cease
Stoic Poetry
The truth is beautiful. 🙂
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