Poetry

The Land Called Elsewhere

Beneath the surface of words
trees speak wisdom.

Inside the meaning of existence
flowers blossom.

Over the land of tears
the ocean breathes.

On the horizon of time
giant tortoises rest.

After the rain of memories
elephants rejoice.

Amongst the cloudless sky
winds whisper.

Found in the dream of harmony,
the land called Elsewhere.

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