Familiar paths run along a habituated place. Reminiscent yet so new. Imaginations of green, yellow, and burnt orange color the conscious. Paradise untold, beheld only by those who posses it. Imagine love, Imagine peace, Imagine satisfaction beyond belief. The sweetest things, quenching all whom thirst and partake of it.
Seasons change. The paths are covered. Paradise found now lost. Holding tight to stumble and fight gives way to letting go. Perception was the biggest deception; the true journey now unfolds.
Let go, let go the seasons will change untold stories now to be told. Live love; know peace, experience satisfaction beyond belief.
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