Those purple and green hills I long for
A memoir about a place that I once spent a great deal of time in contemplation.
A tad late for the prompt but ey well.
Where does your peace lie? With family, friends? Someone else? Or is it materialistic? Figurative? Or maybe illusionary? Because tell me, what does peace even mean?
Here's a poem about my musings on ...
So this is another one of my older works that I had stored away. I've just been recently going through and posting them up. I've been slightly busy recently to write. Anyways, hope you felt something ...