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Abstracted rooms

ROOM’S OF DESTINATION

In the room of the mountains,

the sweet perfume of the cold air and

fresh grass intoxicated my body ,

making me feel a feel a cense of belonging  and freedom.

 

In the room of the water fall,

the sound of water falling through the atmosphere

and hitting causing it to flood the area ,

hitting my ears like a pound of bricks.

 

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