Just beyond an old farm house
past the endless cornfeilds
is an old and dusty dirt road
tucked discreetly
between two aged willows
Follow me
down the path
and through the meadows
across the watering hole
to the edge of the seething forest
You will find
my secret hide a way
a cozy and rundown little shack
with cracked and broken windows
and a leaky roof
it is nothing special
but it is my safe place
my secret hide away
from the rest of the world
my escape, my tranquilty
It is where i go
to collect my thoughts
process my feeling
and where my poetic muse
comes out to freely express herself
a Hide away
where I can be myself
and my spirit can shine bright
a secret place
free from harsh judgment
My cozy and run down shack
just beyond the meadows
at the edge of the forest
my peaceful escape
my secret hide away
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