Where the river starts
there is a calm pool,
a green valley,
and snow-capped mountains high above.
Holy men sit there
thinking about
nothing.
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1renee on Oct 7, 2008 at 6:05 pm:
That is the life that I want.
To be able to look down on a beautiful valley, on top of a mountain, and to worry about nothing.
Lucky pricks lol