An Escape to the Hills
Each spring saw us roaming the hills —
Soaking in the vernal
showers,
Culling pebbles, leaves, and birds’ quills,
Scouting for nocturnal
flowers.
Bonding over books, snacks and tea,
Far from the mad, mundane
town life,
We revelled in our new esprit
Lived and breathed free, sans strain
sans strife!
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