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Sanctuary
Potters Bar, Hertfordshire
In the hush of a gentle sigh,
With cool breeze that wends through the sky,
I pause to let weary thoughts fly.
The sun warms my face as I rest,
In the cradle of nature, I’m blessed,
Where the leaves weave a tale,
Amidst whispers of woods, I engage,
Rejuvenate soul, turn the page,
In this stillness, my senses gauge.
To connect with the earth, to be free,
Here I charge, like the hum of a bee,
In nature’s embrace, I simply must be.
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