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The π™‘π™€π™žπ™˜π™š of the busy road diminished as the traveller went further in the forest. 
Away,from the hustle and bustle, 
Searching for peace and harmony. 
Walking on a path unknown , 
All alone away from chaos. 
A place where the birds chorused. 
The path puzzled his mind , 
He heard a voice from behind.................. 
Just the wind blowing swiftly, 
The fragrance of wood calming the atmosphere around . 
The crumbling of dry leaves under his foot, 
the time going slow. 
The slight sunlight coming from the canopy of the forest, 
The thick thorny branches, 
The dry yellow leaves falling of the trees, 
And blowing with the breeze. 
The fragrance of the wet soil filled the air all around . 
Not afraid of darkness he went deep in the woods . 
He could hear the sound of water gushing. 
He could feel the mist on his body. 
A few more steps ahead he saw a mesmerizing waterfall. 
The butterflies fluttered with joy 
Both around the waterfall and inside the travellers soul . 
The clouds making gentle movements in the sky . 
They looked as soft as cotton
As white as snow 
And as beautiful as paradise 
He set up this tent 
Which had cost him a couple of cents 
He lay down gazing at the sky 
The sky looked dreamy
Looking ahead towards the horizon, 
As the sun said goodbye, 
The constellations added to the beauty of the sky . 
The cresent moon shined dimly high . 
The slight darkness spread all around 
Hypnotized the traveller to forget all his sores.

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