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Finding PeaceWhen the sun sets low over the majestic mountains, casting its lovely golden glow over the land, and all become quiet and still in the green forest, I sit thinking upon the sun splashed hill. A sweet peace comes flooding into my soul, like a peaceful river to extoll goodness and mercy, upon my weary broken heart lifting me up once again. All becomes well with me as I sit and ponder it all, I reflect upon all that she was to me, remembering the good that we shared, my thoughts race like a river past the bad times, and all I can see is the love that she once had for me. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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